#taehyung ff

[frmisnow]

˙✧˖ ?! — STAMINA. - MDNI !!

— ‧₊˚ — 🕳: "didn't i already fuck all the cum out of you ??"

summary. who would've thought your boyfriend had this much stamina? basically horny freshly woken up tae 👍

notes. i love me some sleepy consentual sex! first time writing for tae (PLSSS tell me if you want more of him or of who rly) 🙏

warnings/includes. (NSFW) subby-ish! taehyung x f! reader, lots of mwah mwah kisses, NEEDY tae, riding, reader is a bit degrading (but he loveees it so we're good!!), unprotected sex (stay safe y'all!!)

"m'baby," his guttaral voice whisperes in your ear, nibbling and licking lazily, till moving on to your neck, leaving a faint trail of saliva, "baby" his words somewhere far, far away yet his tone a little more whiny almost pleading for you to open your eyes, pecking all over your bare shoulders and collar bone till returning to your face, cupping it as well as shaking you lightly.

"tae-" your voice quiet, eyes opening almost impressingly slow, weak hands reaching out for god knows what.

in response he immediately wraps his arms around your whole body, nuzzling his face into your tummy, kissing some of the moles, mumbling something non-audible against the soft skin.

"please," his greedy fingers squezzing the flesh gently, head going up and down, in a mix of looking up to you with half lidded eyes (he himself didn't seem fully woken up) and going down to give all your skin from belly to thighs quick little sloppy pecks "please"

he looked so pretty like this, once again looking up to you like you're the whole fucking solar system if you'd look closely you'd probably see stars sparkling somewhere in his eyes, lips swollen and glossy from the shit ton of making out for what felt like eternity a few hours ago, has it really been hours? or days? or years even? no matter what: you could do it all over again.

feel his tongue and mouth run all over you, listen to him blabber moan nonsense & not get a single thing, have it endlessly feel like wet cum was all over you both, then repeat the loop all over again and something in you sensed from his gaze that he thought just the same.

and it didn't take long till he's all over you again, doing just what you thought a few minutes ago.

once again you felt familiarly stuffed and filled to the brim, though truthfully this time you were a lot more slow with it, not like when the both of you were particularly horny - when he'd grind himself onto you almost immediately, when you hear his deep voice turn higher and higher while moaning non stop, basically when he threw himself onto you.

this wasn't new, you'd both start the evening pretty rough e.g if you had a bad day at work and then progressively get more gentle in actions and speed, that didn't stop him from being horny tho - no, he loved pussy, he loved the feeling of having you tightly wrapped around him, the feeling of closeness, knowing that nobody else gets to have you like this or even slightly close.

he loves the way he can talk to you, the way you could talk to him, you were the only one who could say downwards degrading shit and easily get away with it.

"always have to wake me up, can you not control your dick for once?" you groaned, grinding onto him just a tiny bit faster as he threw his head back in sexual frustration, little drops of sweat on his forehead.

"faste- faster pleas- m'"

something about seeing him messed up like this was entertaining almost endearing, "why? you can't even seem to handle this"

"need t- cum, fill you up, ple-" his sentence was once again broken of by himself as he moaned in response to you finally picking up pace, bouncing on his cock ever so slightly.

"didn't i already fuck all the cum out of you?"

"fuc- no, no always always have for yo'mm" he blabbered to himself, watching your pussy swallow his dick so well, whimpering some more.

"cum for me then" you said nonchalantly, though you were trying to cover up the fact that this whole little 4am episode got you yourself very close to another own high.

as he pushed his hips forward, you slammed into him one more time when he filled you up with hot release, groaning himself, jolting his head back onto the bed headboard when you rode out both of yall's orgasms slowly.

before you could even think of getting of his cock, his hands were at your hips, holding you close to him, fingers digging into your skin, "stay on me, please - wanna cuddle with you this close to me, in me"

you grinned in response, kissing him lazily mumbling against his lips, "i just knew you'd say that"

[watashijeon]

Mon Ange. | KTH

♫ listen while reading 📖— Is there someone else ~ The Weeknd

before you read: Keep in mind that this is all purely fiction. If any of the below warnings trigger you then do not read, blocking is welcomed if you are uncomfortable btw.. idc! (*- 3•*)~

pairing: sub!reader × lawyer dom!taehyung

part 1 here

wc. 7.6k | smut & angst + fluff (reader is 22 & tae is 32)

Warnings: (+18) — taehyung smokes, long raw rough sex, creampie, infidelity & cheating (not between yn & tae), arranged marriage, inaccurate lawyer talk blah blah, intense orgasm, missionary, drunk tae to tipsy tae, spanking & face slapping, backhanded praise, lotsa dirty talk, aftercare, overthinking and anxiety esque moments, tension all around.. enjoy

— I made you mine, or so it seemed. I might as well be two feet tall. You never will love me at all. —

You’re calling out for his name, nothing can kill this moment. He feels sweetness and ease.. never has he let himself slip. But tonight is his birthday or so it was hours before.

Nonetheless, nothing could kill the stillness.

"Hm?" he’s mumbling with his speech, nose buried into pretty flushed skin. He feels confused, feeling you still when your words came out so blurred in his mind.

“I have to tell you something.”

Completely lost now where this was going, he stills his touch. Awkward and stiff, you make eye contact for what you are about to say.

He doesn’t understand the build up, he just wish you would say what it was. Maybe you had to take some time away from him due to your work.. he understood, he didn’t mind that.

"I think we should end our arrangement."

Oh. It’s so different from what he had just suspected, why does his heart feel like it just plummeted to another oblivion of nothing?

Taehyung doesn’t care, he’s undisciplined and chaotic with his very few next actions.

You need to leave. Freezing up, ready for his immediate impulse, because you know him like the back of your hand. The man picks you right off from his lap, rather rough and he would have time to regret on the meanness of it later.

He’s quick to pointing his hand open palm stiff and stern to the now sad wrinkled dress on the floor that laid lonely.

“Well, go on then.”

Your eyes looked at him pained, you had not a clue what his reaction really meant but you moved. Wiggling on your dress, back faced to him before looking once more to see his distracted stare. He is so out of it now, he doesn’t know.

“You understand.. right, Tae?” oh why must you speak so sweet to him using his shorten nickname in that especially nauseating sweet voice, even the way you are ending this is a million times nicer than he has ever ended a fling with a person.

“I do, bye.”

He’s being so mean, harsh and rude.

Taehyung hopes you won’t dwell on it or let it hurt your heart like it will to his very own.

But somehow he wants it to pain you, make you feel the same burn and ripping he feels in his chest right now. What did he do wrong?

“Goodbye Taehyung.” and that was it, the door clicked and so did his very front one. Left with the forbidden but likely delicious and perfect red velvet cake you’ve made, and a gift that sat perfectly next to it wrapped in his favorite color for wrapping paper on his kitchen island.

And indeed you had to make his favorite cake flavor, meaning you remembered the stupid detail when he told you on a night together.

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He remembers so clearly on the morning you stayed after for the first time coming over for six months. The two of you had lazed in his bed between tangled limbs and sheets “I will, I will protect you.” your lips dropped into a pout tracing your nimble finger over the man’s jaw.

How could you even say that when you leave him not much later, he doesn’t get it. This isn’t like you at all. Maybe being in pained denial he couldn’t accept the sore fact that someone made the first move on with abandonment.

You weren’t supposed to lie, it’s uncalled for and unacceptable. But even deep down the man knew he was being ignorant, he’s lied to many people to avoid hurt and it was his own field of career to lie if necessary.. that’s all you were trying to do.

The man can’t dare to muster up to think you have a bad bone in your little body that was filled of nothing less of kindness. But right now he won’t be rational with his assumptions.

He’s angry and selfish with dire need for your presence now all over again, no matter the situation that this is. But whatever really, big deal that you are gone. He will find someone else to fuck his life into, you are no different from any other living human with a hole.

…

He pauses.

Never mind that, fuck that. He deserves a good and perfect reason for why you did this.. leaving him in the dark, quite literally. Taehyung can't stand not talking to you even if he never took time to speak so much into your conversations. He still appreciated all of your efforts and presence you put into whatever what you had was, now it’s all fucking gone.

He used to act upon impulse when he would have multiple play things through out the month. But you, you make him stop to think. It makes him wrinkle his nose because he does not have a clue why you turn him to be this way. It’s simply you being you, no spell.. no great manipulation in your words. Just you.

In the beginning of this arrangement he was reluctant given the age gap, especially with the relation that you were a long time family client of his.

Once he became enthralled with someone.. he could say it took a lot to kill it.

You weren’t the only one that had the privilege, he’s turned thirty two this year and definitely doesn’t have enough fingers to count on with how many girls he has used up and nicely dumped off to the side — kindly.

Sparing the honest reason that he needs to focus on his career before weeks later he would latch claws into his new toy, it’s only painstakingly different now.

Much different because he had never held onto a “toy” for over a few months at a time, the man liked variety and trying new things. With you in the picture, it was sickening at the fact that he grew real attachment to every little thing about you. It made him want you more. While he is nothing great of the sort for you, he was only a warm body to give you what was desired. You gave him your body and time, in return he would give you lust driven pleasure.

He was the one who established what you two were from the great beginning, he was not allowed to feel betrayed and cheated. Someone could hate him and he would cackle at that, a girl could scream at the stoic man and he’d chuckle again. Once you lose his interest there is no winning him back, it's as if getting stuck in a never ending pit of quick sand that could swallow you in pitiful eyes. He thinks it’s valid to feel this way, he’s coming to terms with the whole ordeal of what all this was.

Being your damn family lawyer and you had met him when you were the young age of nineteen, a mere baby. It definitely took some time for him to be ok with the fact that he would end up fucking you almost weekly with your given age — he’s not a pervert.. right? But you were a mature girl as you grew up, he liked you for this reason.. different and good for whatever he wanted and still you set healthy boundaries not letting him walk over your toes.

Time will pass nicely, right? He will be fine and move on — find someone even better. A little reflecting won’t hurt his soul.

It has been a little over two months since the grouch for a man has seen you, turning slowly into the twentieth century version for Scrooge.

Promising himself each day he would not give in and call you, you will be the one to run back.

He’s been saying that to himself since the day you up and left.. now his very once high and wild ego was now dwindling day by day and he is pissed beyond belief, because wow, wowww. You really did leave him as if he planned to do the exact for you in the beginning of meeting with you, that was before he caught a liking and it was only for your body, of course.

Yes.. that’s what is was. It was only really your gorgeous body that gave him pleasure to see you again and again, never mind the fact of your amazing personality or one of a kind glowing aura that brought a sweet genuine smile on his usual crest fallen features.

Broken from his reverie he’s receiving a call, he’s been sat still buried in his office since six am. It’s how he gets through his days to not think about you or testing the waters of calling.

The phone clicks and clatters, he needs to get himself a new desk phone or better yet just buy another smartphone. Huffing and puffing, he inhales and exhales seeing the caller id.

“Hello, it’s been awhile sir.”

It’s your father, he has to fake a front for the sake of niceties and also being civil because your very own damn dad has been using the Kim’s for any law or business relations since Taehyung was probably born, he’ll complain and grumble later on to a nice white wall of his.

“Oh yes! Things have been crazed.”

Taehyung really wonders about that, a hotel tycoon can only get so wild and crazed.. right?

“Hmm, I understand. What can I help you with.”

“Ah, Mr Kim. let’s get down to it—“ the grinch for a man licks and licks his lips again out of great big habit, becoming nervous of the lingering for just how long it takes this man to get to a point. Many clicks and clattering over the other line.. the older would continue.

“So, I need to talk through some paperwork with you regarding about merging contracts.”

“Go on, sir.” he can’t be this vague.. come on. Shouldn’t he know better than to speak so small about important shit, god help his ticking time bomb for patience being not a virtue.

Ping

If silence could kill it would be deathly here and now, he receives the paper work faxed over. A skim and scan later — Taehyung feels his heart plummet to places beyond his comprehension.

It’s just so now, he realizes your father has been blabbering about whatever this whole time.

“What is this all for?”

His eyes ogle and ogle for more than a few times he could count, reading the bold letters of “Marital License and Contract Briefing.”

“Well if it wasn’t obvious, our dear y/n is going to get married next month. We have set her up with the perfect man who is a well respected hotelier heir, a perfect match for our family.”

Of course.. of course your father would set you up with a person that is in the same position of business as him, you probably had no word or real say in this. God, why does he feel wrath and anger. He wants to rip his hair out straight.

He should be happy for you, your new husband to be probably feels like home in his arms.

So much that he bets he mends you with warm healing long hugs, and utterly disgusting kind smiles that remind you of honey mixed into sweet vanilla, your very two favorite things.

He continued to offer your father a tight-lipped smile as if he could see him through the phone, briefly looking up from the contracts on his computer screen — faxed papers sitting nice and crisped on his desk. He thinks it’s best he ends this call now before he yells off.

“Ok sir, I’ll look over them and we will discuss the terms and things that will be strewn.”

“Oh that is great to hear! I invite you over tomorrow for tea, we will discuss all of the paperwork then. Yes?”

He won’t allow himself to think about that, he will agree just to get off this damn phone call.

“Yes sir, I’ll see you then, good night.”

Click.

He’s here, he can’t believe he actually came.

Sat in the way too high ceilings for a living area, he will blame it on why he feels this nauseated. God, he knows you live here obviously. It’s been your parents odd and traditional rule until you were ready to move out when they thought it was best, you always said that was why you still stayed with them. What he didn’t know was the bizarre underlying conditions were marriage.

“Ah Kim, here we are.” The meeting begins and ends with the blink of an eye.

It went awful in Taehyung’s eyes, he really didn’t want to hear about you getting married off for a great three hours. It left the man wanting to seethe and bite his mouth off until the older would finally shut up to take a puff or sip of liquor.

Then on he tried to laugh with your father.. even when it felt as if pearly teeth might crack with only how hard his jaw flexed shut.

Your father welcomes the man to stay over for only awhile longer, he won’t accept it, kindly.

He has to get going.. because someone (Taehyung) couldn’t handle on what all just happened. While the hag of your father thought it was a good idea to step out and take a call.

15 minutes before

It’s been minutes now and your father isn’t back, Taehyung decides to dwell around with his eyes to gawk at the various family portraits hung from generations before and other astray framed photographs of little you and family.

He has the urge to trace his finger along the frames but he won’t, definitely not now.

“Tae..?”

Like clockwork, Taehyung’s head cocks in nanoseconds to the spiraled staircase you stood by, gripping on the bar to keep stance.

You look gorgeous right now, still the same as before. He can’t help but let his eyes trail over your legs, he’s no better than any other man. He decides he can’t stare for much longer though, clearing his throat to cock his head off to the side in mimicking a fake neck crack.

“Hello.” he decides on, licking lips for the trillionth time and resting hands into pockets.

Your stare doesn’t stutter elsewhere, you copy him yourself — licking lips except only slower and more tantalizing. Or that’s how he sees it. He hated confrontation, one of his favorite things about you though.. is you’d ask too many questions every time you were around. He’d act like he hated it, but bathed in the attention and attentive wide eyes you once had all for him.

It’s only none of the many questions you’d ask would ever provoke the man to deflect, bother him up the wall and make him drop you soon later in his own sheer annoyance like usual. It’s happened to others, he’s an asshole but he could care less because at least he is honest.

Seeing you now gives him bitter sweetness for deja vu, the memory to when he saw you for the first time when you were eighteen — never having an ounce of interest in you then. You were a pesky teenager though, ogling the man like sweet candy for your taking. Nothing unusual he hadn’t encountered before.. only ever moving forward to do his job and ignore it.

That helped some.

Both of you finally interacted properly then when you were twenty, clear that you had matured fast and you were well with holding good conversation. While.. your dear father ran around with his head cut off like a chicken and leaving a bored lawyer Kim to wait for set business meetings to be done, you were lovely company at least.

Then somehow.. something happened, the day where he took your virginity in your childhood bathroom — it was your 21st birthday after all.

It was almost too universal how the world wanted you two to be alone at this awful time. But the moment happened so fast maybe too fast if he wants to dwell on it now, only once comforting the weeping girl that trembled in his arms to have you seconds under his grasp.

You had to, just had to look down at him with those puppy dog eyes choking a mere sob of “Am I not important.. is that what it is Tae?”

God he hated how you said his name, so sweet and quiet. Full of vulnerability and sadness.

He couldn’t allow a pretty girl like you, sobbing over something so minuscule on her birthday, he had a great plan of course. Comfort? No.

Fuck the sadness out of you, it will do you well.

It’s shameful at how he’s too old for your young sweet heart that still had much to see and live.. he’s nothing but rotten fruit at best.

But why did he want to stay selfishly so.

Your eyes did it in for him, they always did..

Corny and sappy he thinks.

He tries to move on with the passing thoughts of why do you need to be claimed now when he was starting to think he could have tried. He hopes you had at least one passing thought yourself of the what ifs and hows.

Present

All but nothing of silence settles between the two of you, no words are exchanged past that.

Eventually steps dissipate further from him to hear, you leave after the stare off you both shared — thankfully your father interrupts.

It’s been a few hours since you last saw him, you knew way before he was going to dial your phone. Doing exactly this, after your third attempt to ignore the countless calls you press accept to hear the expectant drawl of your name in stupor.

You’re sure he’s grinning dumb and widely boxy, almost as if youth takes over for these very small tipsy minutes. His vulnerability is clearly yours now, it’s so viable at how bad he is vying for attention.

You prepare yourself, clearing your throat and speaking as clear and stern as one could be.

“Hello?”

“Hmmmhmm, hello.”

There’s a pause, awkward, but he’s drunk so he likely doesn’t recognize the rising tension.

“Yes, Taehyung?”

There’s a giggle..? Oh my god he just giddily giggled at your voice. No, no your heart isn’t doing backflips — you’re just concerned.

“At your door, open sesame.” you can hear him try to knock like a madman — even if there’s visibly a buzzer that’s meant to be there so insiders could hear from the size of your parent’s insanely huge home.

Drunk Taehyung doesn’t know that though.

Fuck well, ok you guess. Thank god your father isn’t home for the night — you begin to panic but you can dissolve situations fine, it’s your strong suit or one of the many of them at least.

You practically lunge from your bed to tumble over down the stairs, trying to keep him half entertained while you tunnel yourself to the door before the maids could see the odd sight.

Being quiet as you can be with unlocking the door, Taehyung makes it no issues to pull a dramatic scene. Already seconds in through the door staring you down, like any other would be scared of the predatory stare.

But this is Taehyung, he would never hurt you.

All you can do, Slowly watching him advance at you skittering back until you’re pressed to the wall. He doesn’t touch you, leaned against the victorian wall with each hand on either side trapping you between him.

He won’t stop there yet, drawling your name out in a drunken purr “Aw-huh. Angel, you got yourself stuck..what are we going to do now?" like no moral was ever created — toes curled into wooden floors from the deep baritone voice awakening all of your weaken senses.

You try, trying so damn hard and ignore it.

Staring hard into empty eyes, his bags are awfully visible and you wonder if he’s even slept lately.

You’re so tiny and frazzled by his abrupt actions, feeling him slide a warm hand up to your stomach to trail barely under your tits. The same said empty eyes sharpen at your slip of a pathetic whine, closing you into the wall a tad too close for comfort to make you both bump into each other’s chest.

“Wanna fuck this pretty cunt again.”

His words boom into you everywhere, from head to toe and places you wouldn’t like to acknowledge that throbbed with need. Doomed, definitely, that’s what you are.

You can only exhale feeling a warm shiver travel down your spine from the daring slip of drunken tongue. Able to pull enough strength to squeak a soft response “L-let’s lay down.”

It was your best bet to avoid from ruining your impending future, you won’t allow no more mishaps to happen. It’s all for your father.

He settled off with a hum, you were surprised he’d backed off. Maybe the man recognizing the nervousness in your tone, “Lead the way.”

It’s quiet now, too tense for your liking but you can’t do anything you think to help the off situation. Laid in your bed next to each other with a foot of space between your bodies.

It’s uncanny how alike this situation reminds you of some movie you watched with the man.

You feel like you’re steps away from saying the infamous line of “Lying Is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off.”

You won’t have a second to think longer when the big bear decides to speak up into the unknown of silence that had lasted for a long hour, “I get it.. yeah, you don't love me, big fucking deal.”

Silence, absolutely nothing back.

“I’ll never tell you how I really feel, angel.”

Your breath was being held for seconds until he decides to follow with cockiness, there it is.

Always showing a slip of vulnerability followed with the man being plain rude. It’s the way your eyes roll that cause a gasp to stutter from him, almost like he didn’t expect your attitude nor harsh yet honest reaction.

He won’t comment on it properly, never does.

“Hold me.” he mumbles while simultaneously grumbling, trying his definition in hard to get you closer than whatever.. this is. Your brow ticks at him head shifting to properly face his pouted features from his side profile, feeling up for the need to deny him only a bit.

“What? Stop mumbling.”

He won’t take a pause this time, thankfully.

“Hold me goddammit.” he huffs and puffs out even louder — yet incoherently all in the same breath. Taehyung coughs, trying to clear his throat and mocks you with a roll in his own eyes of annoyance, like you did something.

That time you did “hear” him and you did what was asked by the big grizzly bear, only you turned to him closer now — seeing that wry smile on his cruel but godforsaken pretty face.

The spiral begins, you and him are going to give into this hell of fire.. only letting it grow uncontrollable by the end of night.

Are you going to do well without me?

Are we ever going to be okay?

Will we ever be fine?

You were too good to be forgotten in his heart.

It was too quiet in this room, silent and tense.

Taehyung felt nothing but regret, fucking stupid as he closed his eyes and mumbled these pitiful words.

Stupid, as he continued to speak gibberish into the room. I feel stupid. I am stupid.

You finally give up on the swallowing of the never ending silence and endless mumbling under his breath, tongue dry trying to clear your throat so to maybe finally speak — maybe even summon him back, and he does. It works because he lets his eyes finally open back.

You tug him into your chest wasting no more time when there’s not much, arms wrapped tight around his stiff figure that takes only just a minute to loosen once he realized you weren’t going to push him back anymore.

It’s not much different though, his nails still pierced into his forearm with thin lips folded into teeth to feel anything but what this is right now. You were staring at him, Taehyung, your father’s lawyer, your first crush and realization that you really only like and desire older men.

Now wishing you’d rather have gone to therapy instead of pursue that day in the bathroom.

You don’t mean that actually, you just hate yourself at this very moment and so does he.

But this wasn't the Taehyung you knew, wasn't the same man with styled hair and sultry eyes.. looking now as real life death in your arms.

You weren’t trying to be harsh nor hateful, you were worrying your heart out and confirming all the racing thoughts you have figured to be maybe going on. Only for them to come to life. He looks unreal tonight, almost unnatural from his usual sun kissed skin. No more sharpness to his look, the man looks fucking sick.

You want to coddle him to death, your own heart feels like it’s going to lurch right out from it’s chest by any second now if he keeps looking at you with those sad puppy dog eyes. This was not the look you yearned to see, you hated it all so much.

“Well.” clearing his throat, trying to prove something into air. Maybe it’s a lawyer instinct.

You repeat back to him without a beat to really think, “Well..” you use the same tone of voice but maybe yours wavered more in raw pain. The man wordlessly continued to stare like always, holding your hand tight in his grip in bringing it up to his lips. You should reject his warm touch, leave even, run far.

But why are you still laying here.. melting away.

He was being this gentle and just careful, you would giggle if the situation weren’t tense now.

Long fingers playing with lips, digits ghosting over your cheek with a soft caress. You can’t help but shut your own tired eyes, melting more and more and it was just like that.

His control is gone, so fast and fluidly when your lashes fluttered to cold skin. Whispering his name too sweet and soft almost in prayer.

"We can’t.. it would be wrong.” it’s insane how you knew his intentions from the speed his hands traveled to the material of your night dress.

"So fucking wrong," he becomes almost too ready with heavy pants of hot breath kissing your jaw and neck.

Eager calloused thumbs rubbing circles into your hips that were on the brink of trembling.

You whine at the tone he uses, becoming easy to his invasion "Don't.. don't speak like that." Eyes heavy lidded, lips licking with each breath that exhaled from your stuttering chest.

He wants you dead it seems, feeling up your body more and more by every passing second before easy fingers would get to your chest.

"I'm wrong like that.. you like it," the man preaches with determined digits this time skimming back down onto your hips to hear his favorite strangled whines "you want it.”

"Ah.. T-tae” it’s pathetic.. sounding asthmatic in your own ears from mere fingers grazing you rough.

"Who's married? Certainly not you, yet."

You pause to mull it over, eyes falling into his.

He truly doesn’t care now, past gone. Nothing can stop this — you need him.. your sweet eyes tell almost all too fucking well for him to know.

He's moving on autopilot when he pulls you to him with no awareness of anything around him, the man frenzied with his only living goal to feel you wrapped around him. Whether it be with loose limbs or his all well endowed cock buried deep between warm tightness, he needed to feel you again.

Your gasps fall out too soft to be surprised at the sudden roughness, murmuring whining moans that fell into a mantra of "We can't..” tiny cries that quickly later start falling into hungry kisses while neither of you had an ounce of intention to stop, no matter the end of it.

Lips already collided against each other in a perfect mess of motion, tongues lolled out of your mouthes as the pleasure binds you both.

It’s disgusting now, strings of drool dribbling to your chest from every pause he took to pull and nip. The man grabs your scalp, yanking you head back against his shoulder. Jaw slack open to give him the prettiest mouth for him to gladly spit right down onto your tongue, so pathetic all for his demise.

Doing all the nothing but moaning and swallowing, open mouth with all your might.

Leaving a desperate plea in sparkly eyes while you wait impatient for his next move, you missed him. Eyes yearning and lips quivering, legs shaking so early on and yet.. your spine just might go limp quite soon.

You whine almost instantaneously and nothing less of desperate while the devious man began to nibble harshly down on your neck with small bites of love.

Moving on nothing but anger and bubbled feelings at surface, shoes being removed, with the stubborn zipper of your night dress slipping down from your shoulders as hungry lips explored every inch of skin that became exposed.

So quick, licking a wet stripe down your chest to stomach to feeling you shake with desire and need, tasting the want for you on his tongue.

“Hmm, your poor husband to be.”

He hated that, hated the fact that you were about to belong to someone. He knew he wanted and needed you to feel the burn that he had been feeling for months since then.

"I'm not t-telling," you can barely form a sentence let alone a proper sound that didn’t make you sound out to be like a deprived slut.

The man can’t do much other than scoff, you having the strength to use that reassuring tone— with such a soft tone and bat pretty doll eyes in lost of such easy pleasure given.

Looking this fucking gorgeous and it’s going to be all for someone else, not him ever “I know angel, not with the way i’m about to fuck you.”

Like clockwork you moan like a bitch at that, of course. Feeling him sink razor sharp canines down into the squishy flesh of your stomach.

Uncaring completely for the fresh marks, he would hope in your future meeting with that man.. you wouldn’t become so easy to show yourself off for him. Sliding his fingers from your stomach down over to your cunt, slipping long digits between sopping wetness — sticky as if you already had touched yourself earlier.

He’s growing impatient, on the aspect of stretching you out when he so gladly craves to stuff you four fingers full. But he’s a gentleman at his very best, always calling out for him in non-stop “T-tae..” or better yet “Touch me, I’m sorry, I’ll be good.” without any doubt he would answer “Anything for the angel.”

Your thighs already shake from the burn of /slowly/ fucking yourself on long fingers. Tears streaming, overwhelmed by the burning stretch that comes with each motion, soon quiet sniffles and soft gasps turn into sobbing when the man decides to snake his hand and start to tease and slowly circle your clit.

“So perfect, all for me, hm.”

You nod eager to please, blushing all the way down to your toes. Biting your lip, thoughts not holding very well against the feeling of the eager man’s middle finger now slipping out from you to part your cunt and stroke along the sore slit.

“Patient tonight? You must want it bad.” he sighs almost sounding bored, standing tall over you to undo the belt that once looped through his slacks. Long gone leather abandoned to the floor along with his slacks pooled at his ankles, ready, finally.

“You gotta be nice and quiet for me. Yeah? Can you do that for me?”

You’re way past desperate tonight, choking out a broken “Y-yes, fuck! Please.” wild hips winding up for more of the now lost touch.

The older plays coy, smirking lopsided and lazy, kneeling on the bed to line himself up to the pretty plump cunt. Long digits wrapped around his cock, "Open up for me baby."

She obeys immediately, legs opening wider to shakily wrap themselves around Taehyung’s waist. His hips up to slip his cock into the crease of your folds. Grinding there half tipsy now, leaky tip nudging at your clit.

Not wasting another second, the first push of stretch has you whining his name. Long nails piercing into taut honey skin, cock fucking in ruthless at the long thrusts that heat your core up, forming sweat down his neck and shoulders.

“Goood fucking girl.” He drawls with a husky moan, you want to die at how fucking hot he sounds.

He doesn’t care, going faster to no point of being coherent in your mind. Punishing strokes fucking the life out of you, snapping his cock right into your tight cunt. One hand bruised into your hip while the other slipped easily around your neck just enough to have you alert “Look me in the eyes when I’m fucking you.”

Lashes fluttering half open, looking with a fuzzy minded daze. Knowing you look like a slut, feeling drool drip everywhere along with the slickness between your legs. Coming to the reality you would let him do anything and you’d welcome it.

"Just like that baby, shit, taking my cock so fucking good," he grunts almost feral with every punishing stroke "Y-yes, " tiny voice choking out, slamming into you with hips winding harder if that was even humanely possible "Love it so much, I-love your cock.”

“Who’s a whore, uh? Who’s desperate for cock.”

“Tell me.” he growls slowing the roll of his hips into you to pull a desperate cockslut spill a mess of “Me, me, me.” you’re hyperventilating almost with how good he feels “M-me, I’m sorry!” god, the situation is a mess but he wouldn’t be lying if he wasn’t thinking about filling his load in you and pray to the man above that your birth control didn’t work.

feeling walls grow tighter and tighter, knowing the telltale signs you were about to cum.

“Perfect fucking girl, sucking me so tight.”

“S-stop..” you whine in embarrassment with a broken sob when you feel the devil himself sink deeper, balls deep inside you now.

Back and forth, back and forth.

An addictive dance, once friendly boundaries expanding to something that was speaking what will stay unspoken. Taehyung’s cock sliding so good inside your cunt you were dying with bliss for the night.

He can see you struggle to try and put a hand over your mouth, but the man won’t allow that. Snatching your hand in his grasp “Let her hear," he growls, referring to the maids and starts to fuck the life out of your cunt with no care for how loud you moan or scream.

"Y-your slut," you stutter, feeling him start to raise his hips to meet your weak attempt of grinding back, thrusting upward and matching your sloppy speed. "wanna b-be your slut."

His ego growing higher than before and dick hard as ever, Taehyung taunts, already knowing the answer by your dazed features.

“Oh yeah?” he pants grunting with every roll of his hips, and you can do nothing but give him what he wants. On the brink of tears you whine out broken moans, “So fucking bad, please Tae.”

“Come on." the taller’s strokes turning slow and hard, each one pulling a moan from sweet agape lips. "Cum on my cock.” you’re past coherent, cock drunk with drool slipping down your chin.

The ecstasy bursting through your body at an unimaginable rate,legs feel almost numb, smaller fingers gripping your sheets so hard. Taehyung already knew you would rip them off the corners of your bed, seeing how your own skin burned. Orgasm still sending ripples throughout your tiny body. Shaking as you came down from the high, cock buried deep, cum spilling inside as he keeps your body pressed together, skin to skin. His nose buried in the crook of longer sweaty strands of hair.

You begin to feel the feather kisses he mouthed over the expanse of your neck, his body quivering with the last of his cum filling you up.

“Fuck, yeah, ok.” is all he can do to respond, you can only hum in response as you’re being fucked so mind-numbingly good. Body moving along the bed as you’re fucked open for the year.

Your blissed-out state has the man feeling on top of the world, no case he’s won ever given him this much ecstasy for this feeling of high.

Knowing that the same woman he's been getting off to for months, that was only planned to be handed over to someone else is finally getting fucked. His pretty not so sweet angel drooling all for him, ruined for good by just his cock.

The floaty feeling back to how it was, only stronger than ever, the way Taehyung feels so right up against you.

He comes from his feverish moment of just drilling into you, no awareness for how overwhelming it may be. A smaller hand trying to grab his hand to make him stop, he sees nothing less of rage.

"Move your fucking hand.” he snaps with a hiss, snatching your hand in an iron like grasp.

“only I can touch you like this.” he states, hard and stern as if it’s a plead mixed into question. “Yeah?” of course he has to slap you for you to answer, braindead and cock hungry.

“Yes, all for you!” you squeal, body curling into yourself — he begins to dwell how there is not a real thought behind your eyes but his fingers and cock bearing your only passable thoughts.

He wants to laugh, your poor husband is about to be inadvertently about to be cucked.

You moan at how rough he’s being, every yank, spanking and slap getting you more than riled up. Rambling the typical ‘I love you, I love your cock.’

He’s aggravated, not sure why, deep down knowing. "Look at me and tell me what you want.” no way to receive an answer unless he squeezed a generous hand around your throat.

“Y-you, you, fuck!”

It’s not enough, he wants to laugh at his greediness that will not sate him ever.

Again and again, back and forth. Another slap landed across each apple red cheek, going harder each lashing.

“Again.”

You repeat yourself again, hm, still not enough.

He’s done with himself, frustrated and choosing to vomit his words.

“You’re mine, get that through your fucking head.” his thrusts were past hard and fast, bruising now. He grunted and groaned while you continued to moan and whimper beneath him, going so rough he decided to push your skull deep into the bed. Warm palm covering your face whole, feeling you squeeze involuntarily at being used like an object.

“Atta girl.” He didn't stop, not once. You weren’t asking to anyways just screaming his name for more — no mind here with nodding away into a mess full of bedsheets, trying to wind wobbly hips back on his cock to bounce lewdly.

Taehyung does nothing less but snap sharply against your ass, “So fucking tight, mine."

"C-cum in me tae," you moan, seeing white, reaching down blindly to rub your clit in frantic circles, begging at the idea of the older filling you with his cum. "Fill me up, give-give me a baby."

"Fuuuck," Taehyung growls and groans almost feral "Don't fucking say that shit."

"W-why not?" bratty whines beg “F-fill me up? Don't say that?"

Taehyung grunts, pulling you on him, chest to chest, you clamor to wrap shaky arms around his neck. Fuck, he’s holding you upright, bouncing you straight onto his cock. Falling forward with a squeal, crying in pleasure as the tip of his cock hits your cervix with how deep he is inside.

"Want my cum so fucking bad?" he hums, trying his best to sound unbothered. "I'll fucking give it to you then."

Your legs clamp around his waist as he pounds into you, cock hitting every point inside your body and you’re so close you think you’ll die. You feel Taehyung tense, and then a sudden gush of warmth fill you.

"Fuck me, angel. You feel so good." he gasps through l shut teeth spanking you with every thrust he gave.

At the feeling of him actually listening to what you always wanted, your orgasm blinds you in intensity, the tight coil in your stomach finally snaps. Body seizing, moans loud against his lips, whining a final tired cry to slow down.

The baby clip once stuck to hair now hung loose, the feeling of warm hands kneading hips before he would give harsh slaps to your ass.

"What do you think he would say," he spits out the name with nothing but disgust. “if he saw you like this?" He shifts his hips, "You think he'd ruin your orgasm?" tone patronizingly sympathetic. “Or.. let you cum so prettily, like you always do.”

He tsks at watching how disoriented daze eyes go through the five stages of grief. Writhing in pleasure as eyes fall closed, breath hitched when he finally lays you back down on the bed. Thighs sticky and all, he sighs at the sight.

“Want to show this cunt off to the world."

“Y-you can’t..” you pout, his eyes watching you fall apart all over again at just words being spoken to you.

“Good thing for secrets.” he smirks his mouth almost falling into a snarl, it wasn’t even spoken this would continue. One last time you agreed.. but you want him more than ever even if your situation is doomed.

“Bath?” he mutters with a whisper of soft kisses to your temple, you nod.

He grabs for his cigarettes, you hand him his lighter and wait until the deed was done so you could put them back off to the side again.

It’s been long since you both have took a bath together. He stretches his arms after he successfully calmed his nerves, you light the stick for him, eyes on him as he throws his head back to inhale. Blowing smoke out, body lazing while it filled with nicotine.

You like calm men, men who dont shout or break things when they’re upset. Men who talked to you in a gentle, low voice telling you what made them mad or what you did wrong.

That’s what Taehyung is to you, that’s what made you fall.. hard. You think it over all again in your current predicament, comfortable as ever.

Veiny caramel hands pulling your hips up in the bath for you to be settled nicely. A warm hand fondles your ass lovingly with his other taking puffs of smoke to inhale and exhale lazily, “My pretty girl.” he smiles lopsided before tugging your wobbly hips back down in relief, enjoying the way you whimpered and whined in your own way of retaliation.

Taking mercy before planting a wet kiss on your shoulder to whisper “I love you, Angel.”

Both of you decide on staying silent. Your back rests against his chest, deciding mutually to speak once the cigarette burnt into ashes.

“Does he make you feel safe, like I do?”

You don’t answer.

“I want you, you’re mine no matter what.”

≿━━━━༺❀༻━━━━≾

You are married now.. being due with a fast wedding to no love involved, business as the main goal.

The meets with Taehyung continue and you two make time to fuck when you can — poor Namjoon.

It hurts he thinks.. hurts so bad. Because he’ll have to look at you every month when you come over to be fucked into whatever.

While he is out handling business, leaving him in the spot to fuck you hard and good like he can’t, at least he tried to convince himself of that for his own comfort.

You keep up with the old routine of pillow talk, just to feel the same mundanity this once all was. You think, he doesn’t care what you speak of after he only just poured his dull sad soul into fucking you.

Not caring at how you talk so highly of your new husband and how well you both are adapting with each other. Rambling all on about your blossoming relationship with him, hearing you nervously speak of the plans on having kids together.

Of course not nervous on his behalf, no, no.

Because you are deathly nervous about if you will be a good mother or not, he knows you will, even if things are like this. You think it doesn’t hurt him, when you say genuinely on how he’ll be the “Cool friend of Mommy’s” to your children.

It drives a knife deep into my heart on how you speak so highly of this new life, how well you are adapting. When.. we could have had this.

“Tae..? You there?”

He’s not caring to respond to your rhetoric question that was all well laced of genuine care and worry, Taehyung can be an asshole just this once.

“Do you know what you are?”

You think this is a game of teasing now, he can tell with that pretty smirk plastered on your gorgeous face “What am I, sir?”

It’s too bad that he’s being genuinely serious.

“You’re my girl.”

You don’t take a second to pause, you play into the narrative with a grin that quickly warped into an innocent and sweet smile.

“I’m your girl, Taehyung.”

He only knew that you meant the world to him.. and he, adored you in his mind until it hurt.

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Stroke Game - KTH

Summary: Teasing Taehyung while he's playing golf has consequences.

Warnings: Grinding, Face fucking, one wittle cock slap but it's actually a tap, unprotected sex, creampie, dom! taehyung, teasing, blue balls.

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A/N: Idk something about this video on insta just.... uh anyway

Disclaimer: I know absolutely nothing about golf. So if anything is wrong please don’t read me for it! We all know none of us are here for the golfing.

There’s something about watching Taehyung golf that is indescribably attractive. Golf isn’t attractive, but watching as he sets up his stance for his stroke is. He has shorts on today, long tan legs spread and feet shuffling back and forth until he finds the perfect spot. His strong arms hold the golf club as he lines up his swing. And then he reaches all the way back, follows through, and the ball soars through the air. He has this cocky aura after he sees that it’s a good shot, and tosses his hair back. It’s growing longer, and the long black and wavy hair is a good look on him during the summer when he’s getting tanner. He looks nothing shy of gorgeous. 

You wait until you see Jimin stop recording for Tae’s instagram story before you call out, 

‘Nice job Taehyungie.’

He’s walking your way and shoots you a crooked smile,

‘You gonna try, jagi?’ You throw him a knowing glare and kick your leg out at him,

‘We both know golf isn’t my strong suit.’ You mutter

He catches your foot in his hands and quickly unties your shoelace, an ongoing battle between the two of you. He tries to walk closer to you but you press your foot flat against his stomach to stop him before whining,

‘I’m not any good Taehyungie, just leave me to ogle at you from over here.’ He laughs at this and manages to walk around your foot. He grabs your hand and pulls you up from your seat

‘I’ll help you come on.’ He tugs you toward the tee and hands you a club. You’re still glaring at him while he moves things around you. He pauses and smiles down at you and then gives you a small kiss followed by a sharp slap on the ass. Jimin cracks up from his seat and you roll your eyes at him

‘You’re next, Jiminie.’ And he mocks being scared at being forced to play golf again by Taehyung. Neither you nor Jimin were particularly interested in the sport, but you both love Taehyung, so you’re willing to entertain his hobby. For now.

Jin and Hobi are watching too, each of them taking turns as they please. Hoseok is less interested in golf than Jin and Taehyung, but he always brightens the mood by cracking jokes.

‘Let’s go, __!’ Hoseok yells and then promptly throws his legs over Jimin’s lap and his arms around his shoulders while aggressively rocking him back and forth. 

Taehyung brings your attention back to him, and places his hands on your hips,

‘Line your feet up with mine and make sure your stance is comfortable.’ He says quietly against your ear. His large hands are set on your hips, and he starts to slide them forward over your lower abdomen in an attempt to tease you,

‘I don’t think that area is very important to golf Babe.’ He huffs out a laugh in your ear in response before pulling you hips back against his front, 

‘Didn’t you know Jagi? Golf is a full body sport.’ His voice has gotten a little deeper and quieter. His satoori always becomes a little more obvious when he’s speaking in a sultry tone. You can feel his breath against the shell of your ear. In retaliation you swivel your hips back against his crotch where you can feel just the slightest stirrings of excitement. He takes a sharp intake of breath, ‘Now I’m pretty sure that isn’t necessary.’ He punctuates his statement with a squeeze to your hips.

‘Well I’ve been watching you golf and you always do the cutest little booty wiggle when you’re trying to figure out your stance, so I’m just taking advice from the best.’ You say innocently.

Instead of a response to your obvious teasing, he lightly trails his hands down your arms to your hands. He readjusts your grip for you. You’re letting him do all the work for you, getting comfortable in the warmth of his arms while suggestively pressing your hips back against his. He’s guiding the swing of your arms to set up your stroke, and you think he’s going to help you all the way while you continue to tease him, but before you can follow through with the lining up of the club and hit the ball, he pauses the movement of your arms. The breath that you’d heard against your ear pauses, and he ever so slowly licks up the shell of your ear, and then he lightly tugs on your lobe with his teeth before murmuring, 

‘Good luck Jagi.’ and then the warmth and guiding of his body is gone from behind you. Turning around with what you can only assume is the most dumbstruck look on your face. Jimin and Hoseok burst into laughter from their seats, and Taehyung is standing a few feet behind you. His arms are crossed and he has a smug smirk resting on his lips. 

You turn back to the tee and mindlessly swing, not really caring about how far it goes. It goes a little farther than expected, not good by any means, but not terrible. 

Taehyung walks back up to you, ‘Good job, __’

You roll your eyes at him and push his club into his chest before walking back to your seat next to Jimin. He leans toward you once you sit down,

‘I felt like I was watching porn.’ he whispers. You smack him on the arm and turn away from him,

‘It was not that bad.’ You mutter.

‘It was pretty bad.’ Hoseok pipes up from the other side of Jimin. You roll your eyes at them before turning your attention back to your boyfriend. He’s just finished another stroke,

‘Nice stroke Babe.’ You cheer him on.

‘You like my stroke game Jagi?’ He teases from behind the tee.

‘Oh my god.’ You groan, and this sets the other three boys off once again.

He comes back over to sit by you and rests his hand on your thigh while Jin goes again. Jimin and Hobi have seemingly lost interest in the game and are just watching from their seats.

You decide to ignore Taehyung after all his teasing and turn to lean your head on Jimin’s shoulder,

‘Jagiya,’ Taehyung murmurs from beside you, tugging on your thigh to try and turn your attention back to him.

‘Go work on your stroke game Taehyungie.’ You mumble jokingly.

‘I’d much rather work on my stroke game with you.’ You can tell he tries to keep his laugh in but it doesn’t work very well. Before he can say anything else it’s his turn again, and he stands up and walks away.

‘You know, I never knew my Taehyungie was so good at flirting.’ Jimin says from where his head is resting on top of yours.

‘Please, we literally watched him flirt with himself on stage everyday when he was performing Singularity.’ You say back.

You can feel the shaking of Jimin’s shoulders under your head as Taehyung shoots you a glare from his spot in front of you. You stick your tongue out at him, and he does the same thing in return.

After his stroke, he sets his club down and walks up to you,

‘Wanna go grab a drink with me?’ He asks. You nod and stand up with him, the other three boys yelling drink orders at the two of you. He waves dismissively at them and then grabs your hand to walk with you. Instead of turning left toward the bar, he pulls you to the right,

‘Babe, I’m pretty sure the bar’s that way.’ You remind him.

‘I know.’ He responds. It’s then that you see the direction he’s headed. The handicapped bathroom at the end of the hallway. 

Taehyung had a track record of trying to sneak you away for small moments or quickies when you were in public. The one thing that you’ve learned about him through the years of your relationship is that, when it comes to intimacy, he is not a patient man. 

Taehyung opens the door and pulls you inside, quickly locking the door behind you. He presses you against the door and before you can even say anything, his lips are pressed against yours. His hands are wandering down your sides until they reach the back pockets of your jeans. He slides his hands into your pockets, and after giving your backside a quick squeeze, he pushes your hips forward so they meet his. Your hands are behind his head, fingers lightly tugging on the hairs at the nape of his neck. He breaks the kiss for a moment, breathing heavily,

‘You drive me crazy, Jagi.’ 

Instead of responding you guide his lips back to yours, lightly tracing your tongue against his bottom lip to gain access to his. He slides his hand farther down and hitches one of your legs up around his waist. His hips roughly press against yours, and behind the loose fabric of his shorts, you can feel how hard he is. You reach down and palm his cock, and his hips stutter from their sensual grinding, as he lets out a deep groan into your mouth.

You wrap your fingers around the outline of him from the outside of his shorts. Even beneath the layers of cloth between your skin, you can feel just how hot and hard he is.

When you tighten your grip around his cock and start jerking him faster, he moves his head into the crook of your neck and drops your leg from around his waist. He’s mouthing wet kisses against your neck and letting out small groans and words of encouragement. His hips are thrusting into the grip you have on his cock, and he reaches down to tighten your hand around him. Instead of continuing with the pace he directed, you remove your hand from him altogether. When you do this, his head jerks back, and he lets out a small noise of complaint. Before he can say anything, you drop down onto your knees in front of him. He smiles at you and traces his finger along your lips, ‘You’re amazing __’ 

His voice has gotten deeper and he still sounds out of breath. You lean forward and start to press open mouthed kisses against his cock. His hand presses against the back of your head, encouraging you. Finding the tip of his cock, you start to suck through the thin fabric, tongue tracing over where you know he’s leaking for you. He’s starting to get impatient, and he reaches up to start undoing his belt. 

Just as he finishes popping the button on his shorts, you reach down and pull the shoelaces on both of his shoes to get him back for earlier. He’s too distracted to know any better, but instead of continuing, you stand up in front of him. He looks at you surprised, and he’s just about voice his confusion when you tell him, 

‘Now’s a perfect time to work on your stroke game, Babe. Oh and don’t forget to tie your shoes.’ 

And before he can even say anything in response, you turn, unlock the door, and walk out to go to the other boys.

When you take your seat next to Jimin he turns and asks, 

‘Where’s Taehyungie?’ 

‘He’s in the bathroom.’ You respond quickly.

Jimin squints his eyes at you and looks suspicious. You see his eyes glance down to your most likely red and swollen lips,

‘And was he in the bathroom alone, Miss __?’ He teases you, bumping his shoulder against yours.

‘We’ll never know.’ You respond smugly. 

Soon after, Taehyung walks back to you, drinks in hand. He hands everyone else theirs first, and when he goes to give you yours, he leans down and whispers in your ear, 

‘You’ll pay for that, baby.’ 

You don’t say anything in response. He has that look in his eye, and you know not to tease him back this time.

.   .   .

You’ve arrived back in your hotel room, and you're shaking with anticipation. Taehyung was unusually quiet the rest of the day. He was talking normally with the other members, but when it came to you, he gave quick and short responses. Now he wasn’t mad, you were able to tell that much, but he was planning something, and his silence was all a part of the build up.

After entering your shared room, he quickly walks into the bathroom and pauses in the doorway, ‘Clothes off.’ Is all he says before walking inside and shutting the door, something he rarely ever did when it was just the two of you. 

You quickly strip and sit on the bed and wait for him to return, and it only takes a moment before he’s walking right back out. He’d taken his shirt off in the bathroom, and when he’s approaching, you take time to admire how much he’s been working out. 

His stomach is more toned, and his arms are definitely getting bigger. He’s always gorgeous, but you can tell that toning up a little makes him much more confident, and his confidence is what is so attractive about him.

He stands directly in front of you, and that’s when you realize you're seeing his eyes for the first time that day. He’d been wearing dark sunglasses most of the day, so you hadn’t seen them much. He’s staring directly into your eyes, and it’s almost intimidating with the way his gaze is unwavering.

‘Take my shorts off, gorgeous.’ He demands softly. 

Taehyung is a simple man. He has three moods in bed. The first is soft Taehyung. There are no power dynamics, just two people loving and being intimate. The Second, is soft dom. Taehyung takes the lead, but there’s nothing harsh about the way he dominates you. There’s soft words and gentle touches. And then there’s full dom Taehyung. It’s rough and hard, but you love every minute of it. Someone else may confuse his demand and pet name for soft dom Tae, but you’re well aware that this is just the beginning.

You reach forward to undo his belt, and after it’s undone, you pull it through the loops and set it beside you. Reaching forward, you undo his button and drag his shorts and underwear down his legs. He steps out of them and kicks them aside. As much as he’s trying to act dominant and controlling, there are little tells of impatience in his body language. Just as you’re going to reach for his cock, he smacks your hands away,

‘You lost that privilege with the stunt you pulled earlier. Now be a good girl and open your mouth for me.’ He says. His fingers have a tight grip on your chin and he grabs his cock and traces your lips with the tip, smearing his precum over your lips. He taps the side of your cheek with his cock to remind you of his instructions, and you follow, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out for him to use,

‘Good girl.’ He mutters.

He takes the tips of his cock and lays it on your tongue. Thrusting his hips lightly so that the underside of him is rubbing inside your mouth, you cup your tongue slightly to suck on his cock. All of his movements halt, and he leaves your mouth,

‘You only do what I tell you.’ He pauses for a moment, gauging your reaction, ‘Now, I’m gonna fuck your throat baby, and I’m gonna use you as much as I want. You know what to do if it gets too much.’

And with that he’s thrusting back inside your mouth, cock all the way down your throat. You’re gagging immediately. With no warm up, your throat protests against the intrusion. He pulls back slightly to let you breathe. Then, he’s sliding back down your throat. Your nose is pressed against his pubic bone, little hairs lightly tickling you.

Risking a glance up at him, his head is thrown back. The veins in his neck are taught, and you can see the rapid rise and fall of his chest. He’s already worked up from earlier, and the feeling of your throat around him must be overwhelming.

After a few moments, his hips are retreating and then snapping back into your mouth. Your eyes are watering, but the groan he lets out is worth the burning in your throat,

‘Such a perfect little mouth for me.’ He grunts out. His palms are pressed firmly to your cheeks to keep your head in place while his pace increases. You can’t help but clench your thighs at the sensation. The way he’s grunting causes wetness to pool between your legs. There’s a light sheen covering his tanned skin from the exertion, and it makes him seem like he’s almost glowing. 

His hips are starting to stutter and his grunts are turning into choked gasps, telltale signs that he’s close. He pushes all the way down your throat and then tilts your head slightly so you’re looking at him,

‘You look so pretty with my cock down your throat, baby.’ He tells you while tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. He pulls out of your mouth and gives you a moment to catch your breath.

Then, he reaches for your arm and pulls you up so you’re standing. He’s quickly bringing your mouth to his and entangling his tongue with yours. 

Taehyung kisses in a way that words can barely describe. He’s passionate but also cocky in the way he moves his lips, and there’s dominance in the way his tongue dances with yours. He pulls away and looks down at you, 

‘Hands against the mirror, legs spread, and I don’t want to hear a word out of this pretty little mouth.’ And then he’s pushing you toward the full length mirror against the wall. You follow his directions and look up into the mirror to see his eyes tracing down the length of your body. He places his hands on your hips and his chest molds to your back. You can feel his cock poking your ass from behind. His hands pull your hips back toward him and then one of them slowly makes its way toward your opening. His fingers dip into the arousal that’s been pooling between your legs before he brings it back up to trace slow circles around your clit,

‘My baby is so wet for me. Does getting your throat fucked turn you on that much.’ He tsks. He starts to circle his fingers faster, and your legs are shaking with the shocks of pleasure running through you. He dips his fingers back down and pushes two inside,

‘I was gonna get you ready for my cock, but you’re dripping Jagi. I don’t think you even need it.’

You look back up to meet his eyes in the mirror and shake your head, obeying his request to be quiet. It’s then that he removes his fingers from your pussy, and reaches down to grasp his cock. You can see his arm moving in the mirror, giving himself a few, quick strokes before guiding his tip to rest right at your entrance. Then without warning he pushes all the way in. Your mouth drops open at the sensation, there will never be a day where you’ll get used to the way he fills you up. Long and thick, hitting all the right places inside of you with just one thrust. He’s resting his head on your shoulder, letting out shallow breaths. Both of you are so worked up, you’re aware this is going to be quick.

Then his hands firmly grasp your hips, and he’s pulling back slowly before quickly thrusting forward. There’s no gradual buildup to his pace, he switches to pounding into you from behind immediately. His hips are slapping against your ass and he’s letting out grunts and small moans of your name between his labored breaths. You love the times when Taehyung is so overwhelmed by pleasure that he doesn’t take the time to use any specific rhythm. He just hammers into you from behind, the angle creating the perfect way for him to hit your G spot repeatedly.

You drop your head down to look at the floor, struggling to keep your moans contained. You’re biting your lips raw trying to keep the noise at bay. It’s when Taehyung reaches down to place the heel of his hand against your clit that your hips start twitching. The powerful thrusts of his hips send yours forward causing you to grind against his hand.

‘Go ahead, baby. I know you wanna cum for me.’ He says breathlessly, ‘I’m right behind you. Gonna fill this pussy up.’

The pressure in your stomach is quickly building, and you reach down and grab his wrist as you near your climax.

You can feel the stuttering of his hips as he approaches his peak, and with a few more sharp snaps you reach your peak, and that building pressure snaps.

‘Taehyungie,’ You can’t help but moan out. Pussy clenching around his cock. He keeps rubbing your clit to help you down, but the pace of his hips continues. He’s losing the rhythm he had previously, groans of your name filling the air, and with one thrust, he’s pushing all the way inside you. You can feel the twitch of his cock while he fills you up. He gives a few short thrusts to push his cum back inside. His head falls onto your shoulder and he lets out a soft laugh, 

‘Damn.’

You laugh with him, ‘I don’t think I can feel my legs.’ 

He pulls out slowly, half hard cock falling out of you along with some of his cum. He turns you around and places soft kisses on your lips before picking you up to carry you over to the bed. He looks down at you fondly and sweetly attaches your lips once more before getting up to head to the bathroom. You hear the sink turn on before he returns to clean up the mess he left between your legs,

‘You need to go pee.’ He punctuates the sentence with a few taps on your butt. You grumble at him but know he’s right, so you make your way into the bathroom to do your business. You head back to the bed and throw on his t-shirt on the way. Taehyung is already snuggled under the covers with one corner lifted up waiting for you. Climbing into bed with him and tucking yourself up against his chest, you’re just getting ready to fall asleep when he disturbs you, 

‘What do you think about my stroke game now?’ He mumbles into your ear. You throw your hand over his face and push him away from you while he’s cracking up, 

‘Oh my god. I hate you.’ You mumble into your pillow.

‘I love you.’ He sing-songs back to you, gathering you into his arms and pressing your back against his chest.

‘I love you too, I guess.’

[dearestvante]

wrong number; kth.

in which your boyfriend is ignoring you, so you have to get creative.

pairing: taehyung x reader genre: non idol au, established relationship, fluff, lilbit of angst warnings: mild swearing word count: 873

a/n. just a little something before valentine's ends <3 enjoy!

the pounding on your front door got louder with every second you left it unanswered. you had a faint idea who might be behind it, so you weren’t exactly rushing to open it up.

“alright, i’m coming!” you yelled, then after fiddling with your keys for a few more seconds, you finally opened it. your senses didn’t fail, behind the door it was taehyung, your noticeably pissed off boyfriend. you can’t get a word out, he’s already barged in, standing in front of you with both hands on his waist.

“sure, come right in.” you close the front door and face him, arms crossed in front of your chest.

“what the fuck was that text y/n?!”

oh, yes. the text. the two of you had quite a big fight a few days ago, which resulted in him storming out of your apartment in the middle of the night. he has been ignoring all your calls and messages ever since, therefore in order to get his attention, you had to get a little creative. so you had the genius idea to send him a text, which suggests that you had fun with someone last night and you would like to do it again, and make it look like it was meant for someone else. and after half an hour of sitting around, staring at the message, you hit send eventually. your efforts didn’t go in vain, cause he replied within minutes. gotcha, you thought before hitting him with the “oh, sorry, wrong number.” that sentence definitely set your plan in motion, cause he’s here, and he’s talking to you, although it’s not about making up. not yet, at least.

“it was nothing, forget it.” you reply, trying so hard not to smile.

“nothing?! do you, perhaps, need a reminder that we’re still together?” his eyebrows raise in confusion as he takes a small step towards you. he is a bit intimidating, but good god, he looks so attractive.

“no, but you might!” you quickly shake away your wondering thoughts and focus on settling this conflict, cause it’s been bothering you. and you were hoping that he feels the same, he’s just too stubborn to make the first step.

“me? i’m not the one “having fun” with others.”

his words hit you so hard, you drop your act almost immediately. “did you really think that i— oh my god, taehyung!”

“what the fuck was i supposed to think after that text, huh?!” you bury your face in your hands, realizing just how stupid this whole plan was. now you have to come clean, and he might not even believe you. you take a deep breath and raise your gaze to meet his, that’s eagerly waiting for an explanation.

“it wasn’t meant for anyone else, it was meant for you, all along.” he doesn’t seem to understand, so you continue. “i sent that text to get your attention.”

you break the eye contact, looking down at your feet. you feel ashamed and pathetic and his piercing gaze is not exactly helping. the few second of silence that falls on the room feels never-ending and suffocating. you want to say something but you can’t even bring yourself to lift your head, let alone talk. he breaks the overwhelming quiet with a relieved sigh. you can feel him get closer to you, one hand grabs your waist, the other slips under your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“it worked, i guess.” he smiles, faintly.

“why were you ignoring me?”

“cause.. uncertainty was better than accepting the fact that you might want to end this… and then you sent me that text today, and i just… i thought you moved on.”

“oh, tae..” you almost break down crying when you realize what you did. he wasn’t mad, like you thought, he was just scared of losing you, and you just fueled his concern.

“i would never do that to you.”

you bring your arms up to cup his face but he precedes you with the act and before you would even realize it, his lips are crashing against yours. you don’t waste so much time either and kiss him back immediately, one hand running through his soft, dark hair, while the other wraps around his shoulders so you can pull him closer. seconds turn into minutes like this and you get so lost in the moment that you forget why did he came here in the first place. after slowly separating, you are standing there, with both hands intertwined, foreheads still touched together.

“i don’t even remember what we were fighting about.” taehyung says, raising his head a little so he can look at you.

“probably something stupid.”

“and you sent me that text to get my attention? that was the only reason?” he changes the subject, you can tell that it’s still bothering him.

“well.. not really.” you reply, but seeing that look on his face makes you regret it a little, so you quickly add, “you look hot when you’re pissed off.”

he sighs in relief, shaking his head, then looks back at you with the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen. “you make me crazy, you brat.”

“i love you.”

“i love you more.”

[folkookie97]

❝ pretty boy, pretty girl ❞ — kth

— SUMMARY: ❝ Taehyung lays his head on your lap and wanna praise you. ❞

— PAIRING: boyfriend!Taehyung x female!reader

— TYPE: fluff, suggestive | domestic!au

— WORD COUNT: 292

— WARNINGS: mild smut but not to much, Soft Boyfriend!Taehyung, Established Relationship, slight praise kink, Taehyung is a brat (maybe).

— NOTES: This drabble is also being posted on my AO3 account in the Everlark version (The Hunger Games).

— RELEASE DATE: October 07, 2023

— CROSSPOSTING: ao3

A little smile appeared on your face as Taehyung lay down on couch, laying his dark hair over your thighs.

"You look so pretty from this angle." The boy praised and you rolled your eyes, allowing yourself to laugh softly. "Hey! I'm serious."

"Okay, okay." You shrugged and look at the sight below. Taehyung had his face turned towards you, his eyes shining and his head resting on your legs. "You're pretty too. My pretty boy."

It was Taehyung's turn to smile at praise and the typical pet name that you both were more than used to. A blushing crept onto the boy's pale cheeks, the new "color" in his skin making him even cuter to you.

Your heart race when you noticed your boyfriend's lips got closer to your skin. You mesh shorts perfectly matched with that weather in the living room. But now you felt your body chilling when Taehyung brought his mouth to your thigh, his thin lips brushing it.

"Tae..." You warned and gasped when he left a soft but slow kiss on your skin. "What you doing?"

His puppy eyes clashed with yours again, the cheeks becoming pinker. "I just love your body, princess. It's so pretty. And your skin is so soft too..."

With no more waiting, Taehyung kept kissing his lips on your thigh again, taking his long fingers to caress it entire length. Tracing circles on your skin while his mouth was busy kissing it softly.

"Jesus, Tae. That's... That's really good." Despite your body chills, you managed praising him. Being the good boyfriend that he always was, Taehyung gratefully smiled, looking at his girlfriend's face and seeing you imitate him with a large smile.

"Glad you liked it, my pretty girl."

[minjizdraft]

Taetae

[mak3itr7ght]

Taehyung x fem!reader

Warnings: mention of death

Inspired by the new IU song's MV "Love wins all"

(maybe an alternative ending👀)

Words count: 924

(I didn't revise it so there will be SO MANY ERRORS)

The moon was shining over the city, well, over what remained about the city. The buildings were destroyed, ruins everywhere, still the satellite and the stars kept floating in the sky, imperturbable, not caring about what was happening beneath them.

I was laying down against the cold concrete, I was tired to escape. I realized it was useless run away, because there wasn't a safe place.

They were everywhere, ready to exterminate everything. Damn it. Those metallic demons, those machines that brought only fear, terror and death. They were soul less, they hadn't feelings. They just knew that humans must disappear, turning in piles of ash and clothes...

The flashbacks of what happened in that building still crushed against my sight. I was there. I could help them both, I could help that couple, but it took me so much to fight against my cowardice.

Flashback

She was wearing a wedding dress, it was dirty but she still looked like a princess, and he was leaning against her chest, wearing a black suit. I heard their laughing before that moment, those voices made me and my curiosity looking for them. "I am not the only one left then.." i thought. But there they were, with one of those cubes in front of them, ready to reduce their existence in..nothing. i felt chills along my spine as soon as I met her eyes. She was crying, keeping her lover against her, trying to comfort him. One hand placed on his still-working eye, while the other one was already lost. I was hiding behind two huge pieces of wall, but she saw me. She bagged me to help them, at least one of them.

I thought about it for a few seconds, seconds that looked like hours, days, years in that moment. I felt my stomach backflipping, my head spinning, the adrenaline in my vains running so much that I feared they would explode. We exchanged a few looks and I stood up running across the cube.

It all happened in seconds, she made her lover standing up, pushed him against me while the cube started burning her...she wasn't even screaming. I was able to see what she was trying to mimick with her lips.

'내 사랑을 살려줘" ("save my love")

I hurried towards the guy who was still over me, and I covered both his eyes, I didn't want to take the risk to make him see what was happening.

She died in front of my eyes and I realized that we couldn't let her death be in vain.

I took his arm and pulled him away. He was too stunned to speak, he was surprised, unable to realize what was actually happening. We kept running. We ran for hours and hours, until we hid ourselves at a subway stop.

He stayed silent the whole time. I asked him a few questions, if he was hungry, thirsty, also if he needed to cry... he stayed still. I I put my arm around his shoulder and I let him lean his head agaisnt my chest. I didn't know him, but, he was the only one left, along with me.

"괜찮아" ("it's okay") I whispered, gently stroking his hair. I looked down at him. A warm tear was running down his left eye. That made me cry too. I cried in silence, looking up, meeting the dark atmosphere in that metro stop. I hated that place, it was so noisy, so full of people. I realized that i missed all that, that i actually never hated that, it was just me that never found a way to appreciate life.

We were alone, there was no way to escape, nothing could save us.

I prayed that night, while that boy was trying to sleep, still burying his head against my dirty white sweater. After praying i started coursing everything, the world, those machines, myself, humanity..God itself, and once i finished a small and weak ray of sun spreaded across a crack from the subway's ceiling. In that moment i promised myself that I would have found a way to save us. Nothing was lost. I would have fought until the end.

End of the Flashback

It happened weeks ago. Still it was so clear as soon as I closed my eyelids.

"Y/n씨, 가야 돼" ("Y/n, we must go") A voice made me snap back from my thoughts. I set up and looked behind me. There he was.His hair got longer, that made him even prettier.

"응" ("yeah") I smiled at him. Taehyung approached me and extended an hand. I took it and he pulled me towards him.

It was a relief that he started talking again, even if he was silent most of the time. We looked at each other for a few seconds when he grabbed his camera, and started recording me out of nowhere. He used to do that a lot. I didn't know that..through it..he was able to see her, not me.

I raised an hand and gently pressed on the camera, lowering it. I shook my head, moving some hair from his eyes, he looked beautiful under the moonlight. Leaning in, i pressed a soft kiss on his nose, while my thumb kept stroking his cheekbone. It was okay. I cared about him. I loved him. And i was sure he loved me back, in some way. I realized that when he smiled back at me and pressed his forehead against mine.

"살아남을 거야" ("we will survive"). He whispered softly. Yes, we will survive.

Hope you liked itㅠㅠ♡

[clairvoyantae]

SHAMELESS FOR YOU • Kim Taehyung

part one | part two

pairing ➣ brother-in-law! Tae x married! reader

summary ➣ You were tired of your boring married life until one day, you met your handsome brother-in-law, the one you didn't even know about.

genre ➣ smut, angst, cheating

warnings ➣ NSFW (minors do not interact), angst, reader is married (obvi), cheating, public sex, fingering under the table, making out, Tae talks filthy, Tae enjoys making reader needy, he is also really cruel/ a tease (ig), choking, even more fingering

Word count • 2k words

You thought that the idea of getting married would be good as it could kill your loneliness and your husband also seemed loving and caring at the start of your marriage.

But boy, were you wrong.

He was always too busy with work to pay attention to your needs, and whenever you tried to talk to him, he brushed you off saying that he was busy or that he was working for you.

You were losing your mind, you just wanted love and attention but your husband never gave it to you.

But one day, everything changed.

You heard the doorbell ring and went to open the door.

Opening the door, you saw a man, who looked like your husband, but better.

He smiled at you and you asked, "Hey, can I help you?" with a polite tone. "Guess you don't me, I'm Taehyung, your husband's brother" he said as the smile was still on his face but it had a hint of sadness.

Confusion was visible on your face. Neither your husband nor his parents had ever mentioned about him having a brother and you also didn't see him at your wedding. "You might be wondering why you've never heard about me before, aren't you?" he asked and you nodded. "It's because my family and I don't really get along" he said with a sigh.

"I'll take my leave now, it was nice seeing you in person Y/n" he said and was about to turn to leave but you lost your balance and fell in his arms.

That's where everything started.

He held onto you tightly, leaving no space between your bodies.

Your lips were inches apart and you could feel his hot breath on your neck.

Fuck, it was driving you insane.

The tension was palpable in the air and your breaths were uneven because of the closeness.

Both of you didn't say anything. Just the sound of the sound of both of yours uneven breaths and quickened heartbeats could be heard.

You both stood frozen in your spot, not knowing what to do.

He wanted to fuck you until you begged him to stop, but you were married to his brother at the end of the day.

He let go of you and you fixed your posture. But, being out of his arms gave you an empty feeling and you just wanted to be held by him once again.

"I'll take my leave now, darling" he said and came closer to your face "Unless, you don't want me to" he whispered in your ear and kissed your cheek, making shivers run down your spine.

He got away from your face and smirked. But soon his expression turned serious. "Don't tell anyone that I came here, okay?" He asked and you nodded.

He gave you another kiss on your cheek and left.

A Day Later

"Y/n get ready, we're going to mom and dad's house for dinner" your husband said and you mumbled an okay to him.

While you were getting ready, all you could think about was Taehyung. Numerous questions about him flooded in your mind.

You entered their house and your mother in law smiled at you and came to you.

But your eyes were searching for him and you saw him, walking down the stairs, fixing his shirt.

Your eyes met his and he winked at you.

As soon as he was downstairs, your husband took your hand and guided you to Taehyung.

This is where you had to start acting like you were meeting him for the first time.

"Y/n, this is my brother, Taehyung" your husband said. "We didn't really get along that's why you never heard about him, but I want to fix everything" he continued, smiling at Taehyung.

'Everything's about to be even more ruined, dear brother' Taehyung looked at you and thought.

He knew that you wanted him as much as he wanted you, or even more.

He knew that his brother was a workaholic and never thought about anything else than his work. He was sure that his brother wasn't paying attention to you and was neglecting your needs.

But, he was there now and he wouldn't leave you until he showed you heaven, at least.

Everyone sat down on the dining table. Your husband sat in front of you and Taehyung sat next to you. Your mother in law sat next to Taehyung and in front of your father in law.

"Y/n, can you check on the chicken, that's in the oven?" your mother in law asked "Of course" you smiled and went to the kitchen.

"Mom, I'll grab a glass of water from the kitchen" Taehyung made up an excuse so he could talk to you. "I'll ask Y/n to grab it for you" she said. "No mom, it's okay, I'll get it myself" he said and went to the kitchen.

You were about to go to the dining room when you felt someone hugging you from behind. "Y/n, it's me, Taehyung" he whispered in your ear.

"What are you doing here?" you asked "I wanted to talk to you" he said "About what?" "About us"

"What about us? You're just my brother in law" you said.

"We both know that it's not true, don't lie, Y/n" he said.

And, he was right.

He was the only thing in your mind the whole day after that incident.

"I know you are also thinking about me, just how I am about you" he said "Yes I am. But, you're my husband's brother for fuck's sake, Taehyung" you said.

"The same husband who doesn't know anything else other than his work, also the one who neglects the needs of a wife this beautiful" he said "H-how do you know?" you asked.

"First of all, he's my brother and second of all, the way you were looking at me wasn't the look of a happy wife, also how you weren't letting go of me" he said and left little kisses on your neck, and shivers ran down your spine once again.

Fuck, his touch felt too good.

He turned you around and lifted your chin up, so your eyes could meet his.

His eyes screamed his need for you and you knew your eyes were reciprocating it.

His fingers made circles on your waist, leaving a burning sensation with every touch. "I'll show you heaven, my love. All you have to do is say" he said.

"Fuck it"

"Show me heaven, Kim Taehyung"

He smirked and his fingers wrapped around your throat. You could hardly breathe but it felt like his grip on your throat was the only thing keeping you stable.

He pinned you against the refrigerator, making sure to make no noise because your family was sitting in the next room.

You both leaned in and were about to kiss, but the oven beeped, indicating the chicken was ready.

"Fuck this oven" he cursed the oven, making you chuckle.

You got out of the kitchen first, bringing out the chicken.

"What took you so long, Y/n?" your husband asked. "There were only a few minutes left so I thought that I'll just come after it was ready" you said. "Thank you so much, Y/n" your mother in law said. You felt bad for what you were actually doing in the kitchen.

You sat down and Taehyung came and sat next to you. "Tae, what took you so long?" Your mother in law asked "My hair was a mess, so I was just fixing it" Taehyung replied.

Everyone was focusing on eating dinner when you felt a hand on your thigh. You know it was Taehyung's and you were thinking what he was going to do next.

His hand travelled from your thighs to your stomach and then to your center.

You were wet, from everything that had happened a few minutes ago.

His slid a finger inside you and you almost moaned.

You couldn't focus on eating because of the magic his finger was doing to you.

It was getting harder and harder for you to control your moans with each thrust of his finger.

You tried to eat but you couldn't. It was surprising to you how he acted like everything was normal.

You arched your back, allowing his finger to go in deeper.

"Y/n, what happened? Why aren't you eating?" your mother in law asked and a light hiss left your mouth.

You knew that Taehyung was enjoying it. "N-nothing, just my head hurts a little" you said, while you came on Taehyung's hand.

He took his finger out of you and touched your forehead with the other hand, pretending to check if you had a fever. "Your temperature is normal, maybe you're feeling nauseous" he said.

"Yeah, maybe" you said. "Why don't you two stay here for tonight, your house is really far away and I think it would be the best for Y/n" your mother in law suggested. "I think we can do that, what do you say, Y/n?" your husband asked.

"I don't have any problem" you said. From the inside, you were happy, because you could spend more time with Taehyung.

"Okay then you both are staying here" your mother in law said.

You had changed and were in the room with your husband, who was sleeping peacefully.

But you weren't at peace at all. You wanted even more.

You were standing at the door Taehyung's room and knocked.

He opened the door, and smirked seeing you there. "I knew you would come to me, baby" he said and pulled you inside.

He pinned you against the wall and wrapped his fingers around your throat once again. "You were such a good little liar for me out there baby" he praised you. "That's why you deserve a little reward" he said and smashed his lips on yours.

This was the best kiss that you've had in your whole life. Your hands entangled in his black locs, pulling him deeper.

He picked you up and your legs wrapped around his torso. He took off your clothes, leaving you in just your underwear.

He took you on his bed and laid you down, breaking the kiss as you both panted heavily.

He took off your panties and slid his middle finger inside you. "Scream as much as you want, my angel, no one besides me can hear you here" he said and thrust his finger inside you at a really slow pace.

The pace of his thrusts was torturous but pleasurable. He slid another finger inside you and increased his pace making you let out a string of moans.

"Did your husband make you feel like this?" he asked. "N-no, only you" you said.

He kept thrusting his fingers inside you until you came.

He captured your lips in a kiss after you came.

"Get dressed and get back to your husband, baby" he said and got away from you.

"What?" you asked. "You heard me, darling. If you want more, you have to wait" he said and smirked. "Are you serious?" "Very" he said

"I think you should go to your room, because what will your husband think if he finds you sleeping with me on my bed, hmm?" He asked, while cleaning you up with a tissue.

"I think you're right" you said, while dressing yourself.

He kissed you for the last time. "Have some patience, my baby" he said and smiled, then you went to your room.

[svtrightherekids]

Can you recommend some really BTS angsty fics that have happy endings (yknow something that'll torture my heart but I'll still be happy)

YES. we love torturing our hearts <3

backburner by @yoonpobs

sister's best friend min yoongi! x reader

sometimes you felt like you were the back-burner of a two-decade-long friendship. how could you ever compete?

2. maybe I do by @chateautae

ceo taehyung! x rich reader!

maybe you love each other, maybe you don’t. when a deal between your fathers leaves you forcefully wedding kim taehyung, arguably seoul’s most powerful CEO, you’re prepared for a loveless marriage of eternal regret and unhappiness. but maybe, it doesn’t turn out that way after all.

3. practice by @chryblossomjjk

art major jungkook! x smart reader!

what starts as a harmless little "meet up" ends up being way more complicated.

4. Rough edges by @kjhmyg

badboy jk! x reader!

This series is not ended yet, but I couldn't possibly recommend a angsty fic rec and not include this series. fingers crossed, hopefully this has a happy ending :(

5. The return of an empress by @you-are-my-joy

Empress Reader! x Advisor!Jin, Advisor!Yoongi, General!Hoseok, Advisor!Namjoon, Assassin!Jimin, Knight!Taehyung, Knight!Jungkook

After one fateful night, you find yourself transmigrated into your favorite novel as the Empress that shares the same name as you. As a bookworm, most would think you’d be happy, but how could you be happy when the Empress you’ve become is expected to be killed in three months. The only thing on your mind now is to learn how to survive.

Thanks for reading :0

[en-fics]

What happens when a simple girl with a simple life gets a small crush on none other than, her Brother's best friend.

Moreover what happens when that simple crush seems to bloom as LOVE.

Starring : Lee Heeseung and Park (Y/n)

Content : Romance, Fluff, Angst

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The bed feels soft and comfortable underneath me, the cool air from the air conditioner makes me even more sleepy despite me being deep in sleep.

However, soon my alarm rings bringing me out of my sweet dreams. Groaning a little, I finally open my eyes. My right hand immediately goes towards my side table, finding my phone and clicking on the 'off' button on it.

Staring at the white ceiling of my room for a few seconds, I finally make up my mind to get up and start my last year of high school. I'm happy to say that finally I'll be finishing my school forever but if I say that I'll not miss these times, then it would be a lie.

Sitting on my bed, I quickly make a ponytail and go towards my washroom to get ready.

Time Skip

"Good morning" My mom says the moment she sees me coming down from the stairs towards the dining table for breakfast.

"Good morning, mom." Replying to her, I sit and eat the omelette toast that she prepared for me.

"Good morning, my princess."

"Good morning, dad." Giggling, I wish my dad too.

"So, how are you feeling this time, you know since this will be your last year at school?" Dad asks a while later.

With a deep sigh, I reply. "umm, I think I would enjoy but at the same time miss these times equally."

"Hm, that's true. Your mom and dad can understand what you are feeling. But nevertheless, enjoy!!!" My mom says encouraging me.

With a smile, I 'okay' her and continue with the rest of my breakfast.

"By the way, where is your brother?" Dad asks taking a sip of his tea.

"He must be packing his bags or maybe getting ready at the last minute." I say with a chuckle.

"Uf, he was like that when he was in school, but now he is in university. He should now behave like an adult." Dad says as he moves his head side to side with a slight disappointment.

"Don't worry, dad. I am here to make sure he behaves like an adult." Hearing me, my parents begin laughing.

"Why you all are laughing?" Our laughing gets interrupted when I see my brother, none other than Sunghoon, coming towards the table as well.

"Nothing, we were just praising you. Am I right dad?" Winking, I give a hint to my dad to take my side.

Winking me back, my dad agrees with me. "Yea yea, of course we were praising you."

"Of course, I know how you all were praising me." Sunghoon says sarcastically, making a disgusting face and sits beside me, and begins pulling my cheeks as always to irritate me. "Aaah!!!" I say to which he mimics me and laughs.

"Stop it!!!" I say loudly and he gets a good scolding from my mom.

"Ok then, I am going. Sunghoon are you ready?" Dad asks as he picks up his bag, waiting for Sunghoon to accompany him as always, as he goes to university and dad office.

"Coming dad."

----

"Go safely dear, and have a great day." My mom hugs me after I wear my shoes.

"You too, mom." Wishing her back, I also open the main door and go out.

Looking at the sky, I smile as I see the bright sky, making my mood happy and bright.

Taking a deep and relaxed breath, I start walking towards the bus stop. Soon enough the bus arrives and I sit and go towards the school.

"Hey, (y/n) how are you?" Walking inside the school corridor, my friend taps my shoulder.

Looking, I smile.

"I am good, ga-young. How are you?"

"I am also good."

"How are you, Mi-so?" I also ask my other friend to which she replies she is good.

They have been my best friends since grade 7 so seeing them after our break felt nice.

"That's nice." Replying to her, we three begin walking to our classroom and as time goes on, we begin with our studies.

----

"Students, make sure you submit this assignment by tomorrow." Our English teacher gives us duty to complete our assignment to which we all 'okay' her.

Not wanting to wait even for a mere second for lunch, I quickly keep the rest of my books inside my bag and get up.

"Girls, shall we go?"

"Yes, let's go." They say in unison and we three begin walking to the canteen.

As soon as we enter, we see a big crowd inside the canteen. "Uf, so many students are here." Ga-young complains to which my other friend, Mi-so agrees.

"Don't worry, I'll go and buy. What would you two like to eat?" As soon as they hear me say, they give me a big smile.

"Thanks, by the way I would like to eat cream mayonnaise sandwich." Mi-so says. "And I want pasta" Ga-young adds.

Showing them a thumbs up, I start walking in between the huge crowd murmuring some 'sorry' and 'excuse me'

Finally after taking what I want, I quickly return and see both of them sitting at one of the nearby benches.

"Here you go." I place the food they wanted. Thanking for the food, we all then start eating.

After we all finish our lunch, Mi-so goes towards the bin to throw wrappers and unnecessary waste.

"Hey (y/n)" I hear someone call my name. Looking at the direction of the sound, I see a boy. He was descent looking with specks and a dark skin colour.

"Yes, how may I help you?"

"Actually, I wanted to know more about you." He says to which I raise my eyebrows.

Some strange and weird feelings began forming in my stomach. I couldn't recognise who this person was and him saying this wasn't helping me.

"But do we know you? Does (y/n) know you?" Mi-so asks him on my behalf.

"Actually, I and her, we both are in psychology class together." He said.

"Wait, are you....Song-bin?" I ask trying to remember if I know him.

"Yes"

Now my brain started remembering who he was. In these breaks, I had completely forgotten about this type of student. He was not exactly an average student but just barely passed in class and almost bunked every fourth day.

Not only that, he used to abuse a lot, disrespecting the teachers and was always late in class.

No way I was going to let him know about me. He was the complete opposite of me. He is the type of boy who just irritated Everyone in the class with his stupid jokes.

"Well, Song-min...I-I don't know what to say. We have hardly talked these all years and now you suddenly want to know about me. I don't think I would be able to." I say as calmly as possible to which he just shakes his head.

"Don't worry about that, we will talk, spend more time and then gradually I'll know about you"

He was not understanding me and that began irritating me. I really cannot stand people like him who just wants to get inside girls pants.

He was always like that, stupid girls used to be with him and he used to misuse them. Leaving them behind after he got what he wanted.

"Song-min, try to understand. I-." The bell rang cutting my conversation to which I was grateful. Quickly standing and saying a quick 'let's go' to my friends, we all leave the canteen and return back to our classroom

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"I still cannot believe how he had the audacity to ask you?" Mi-so says as we pack our bags and get ready to go back home.

"I know right, moreover I had noticed him staring at you from time to time in today's class." Ga-young also adds.

Taking a deep and frustrated sigh, I agree with them as well. "But I don't understand why he suddenly wants to know me? Does he also want to use me for his own benefit?"

"Yes, of course." Ga-young and Mi-so say in unison.

"Anyways, don't worry. We are with you, if he tries to do anything stupid...we'll teach him a good lesson." Mi-so says flexing her arms. I laugh and 'okay' to her.

We all make our way outside of our class and as we reach the main ground, I see Song-bin standing at the main gate of the school with his other friends.

I bite my lips in frustration and take a deep breath. "Ga-young, Mi-so...see he is standing there. What do you think he is trying to do?"

"Huh, that stupid maybe wants to ask you infront of his friends." Mi-so answers to my question.

"Yes I guess you are right. But don't worry, I'll also give him a good answer infront of his stupid friends." With a positive attitude I say.

Stretching our neck, flexing our arms, me and my friends...we all start walking towards the main gate to go out of the school. And what we guessed was definitely correct, because Song-min indeed suddenly came infront of me as I was about to cross him and go.

"Hey, can you stop for a minute. I want to introduce you to my friends. You all this is (y/n) my...." Song-bin began saying but before he could say anything further, his friends started cheering and teasing him as if I was his girlfriend and he was introducing me.

With a huff, I look at my friends and then make a disgusting look towards Song-bin. "What do you want?"

"As you know, I want to know you better. So I was wondering if we both can go to cafe nearby and..." I raise my hands in front of his face to stop him from saying further. "I don't want to." And started walking.

"But..."

"Can't you hear, she said she doesn't want to." Ga-young says to Song-bin who was about to say something again to me but stopped.

Ga-young and Mi-so, both quickly match my pace. "He is an idiot" Mi-so says and I and Ga-young agree with her and with our regular talking we soon, all began walking to our own houses.

----

"What does he think of himself huh?" I speak to myself as I reach near my home.

Opening the door, I look towards the garden. "Wow, the flowers look so beautiful." Suddenly the flowers catch my eye and I smile looking at them.

"Just like you." I hear a voice say. I turn around and open my mouth with surprise.

"Wh-what are you doing here Song-bin? Did you follow me all the way here?"

I look at my right and then left to see if anyone is around me or my house.

"Yes I did follow you, but because I just wanted to talk to you."

He had this much audacity to now follow me to my house. I began boiling with anger. "See" I take a deep breath to talk to him in a calm manner.

"What you are doing isn't correct. I had told you that..."

"Who is he (y/n)?" A voice enters my ears. I turn to look where the voice came from only to see my brother, Sunghoon looking at me and Song-bin.

I gulp slightly not understanding what to say and from where. My brother is very particular to whom I am meeting, especially if it's a boy. And I have never brought any guy friend of mine to my home. So him seeing me with Song-bin isn't helping me.

"Um, Sunghoon he is Song-bin. He is my..."

"I am her boyfriend." Song-bin interrupts and I look him straight in the eye throwing daggers.

"What? (Y/n) what is this...is he your boyfriend?" Sunghoon's eyes widen from the news he heard, making me frustrated because none of this is true.

"No-I-he is lying....he is just my classmate and nothing more." I try to make my brother understand me but it all goes in vain.

"What happened, is everything alright Sunghoon?" This time I hear another voice but it's soft, sweet voice but with a slight huskiness.

"Huh?" Sunghoon turns around to look and so do I, only to see a guy with a soft, small yet handsome face. Blinking again I notice that he is fair, has small lips and black hairs on the side, exposing his forehead a little.

I swear I feel as if the wind is blowing past me, making my hairs flow with it. Suddenly I can't see my brother or Song-bin anywhere, heck, I can't even see anything except for him.

The words '(y/n)' and 'boyfriend' suddenly come in my ears and I return back to earth.

"What?" I say, actually realising where I am stuck at. "I told you he isn't my boyfriend." I say loudly to which I get a death stare from my brother.

"I'll talk to you later. Heeseung let's go." Sunghoon says and I look down at the ground because of embarrassment and slight irritation.

From my side eye, I see the guy who had came with Sunghoon, looking at me and going inside the house.

The moment they both go inside, I pull Song-bin's collar roughly. "Are you insane, Why did you lie?"

"What's wrong with me saying that? I will be your future boyfriend though."

I literally loose all of my calmness and scream at him. "If you ever do this again, or lie to everyone saying you are my boyfriend or whatever shit, I'll report you, I swear...so stop this."

Without letting him say anything further, I turn back and begin walking inside my house to now make my brother understand the truth.

[liwaywaydreamer]

My Savior (Ch. 1)

(Time travel au, Royalty au, BTS x Reader)

Synopsis: As a hopeless med student that has been accustomed to the roller coaster of mishaps in life, you were sure nothing could get worse than the current situation you’re in. Unfortunately, that thought didn’t include being transported back in the 1400s, nor did it include you being an apparent reincarnation of the person you hated most. Now, can this get any worst?

Pairing: BTS x reader

Warnings: Inaccurate history, angst, bystander effect, verbal abuse (reader received some insults and humiliated), harmful thoughts, implied politics (in connection only to the story, there are no real politician mentioned here), corruption in politics, unreliable narrator (if I forgot something, feel free to comment or send an ask?)

A/n: university life is shit and I was eyeing for this to be at 5k words but if I stuck to that, I wouldn’t finish this. If you like it, please reblog. Reblogs are worth more than likes here right?

Masterlist

Chapter 1: Like fate, like destiny

You're fucked.

Two words you continuously repeat in your head as you struggle to gather the mess of thesis papers you've left messily across your table the night before. Glancing at your alarm clock not surprisingly on the floor blaring 10:30 at you, sporting a dent not so hidden even if you're three feet away, (a surprising quality for such a cheap thing).

Your class starts at 8.

You tried your best to get to your university as quickly as you can, wishing time would stop a little, or even just go back, afraid of what is about to come. Despite your efforts not to get annoyed (and failing miserably) with the bodies you bumped into on the way and the occasional yelling here and there — from the moment you almost forgot to pay the bus fare to when you're facing your professor right now in front of the faculty lounge, the same professor which you needed to pass your research to— coffee splashed onto his shirt, a cup on the floor, and you on the receiving end of his anger.

He took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose, a gesture that you might have found endearing if he had been more physically appealing. You waited with bated breath, so used to his antics. Although some might see this as an attempt for him to control his anger, you however can see past his huge ego and idiotic narcissism, he was only doing this to attract more traction, the audience for your humiliation.

His prolonged sigh was your calm before the storm.

"You can't do anything right, do you?" he sneered as if trying to prove a point to the spectators, relishing in every second of your embarrassment. 

If being a disappointment was a job, you'll be the CEO in no time.

"Sir, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean—"

"SHUT UP!" he screamed as he loosens his necktie. You can't do anything but wait and hope that whatever he does next would suffice for how much you've messed up time and time again.

"You, what can you do right?" With each word, he poked and prodded you, pushing you closer and closer to the deep end. You whimpered, trying to not lose control but failing miserably as there was nothing that you could do to stop it, and whether you were just failing by your standards or the fact that he does not care, he continued his barrage of insults, never letting up despite your attempts to apologize.

"How long do I need to put up with you?" he slurred as he now prods your shoulder, harder and harder with each word.

"Sir, I'm sor— "

"HUH?!" a smack and you were on the ground. All the people in the vicinity just stood there, watching, unwilling to help— being a mindless watcher to the abuse, the true definition of a bystander effect.

Why is it in every discipline, violence needs to be included? Is that how we're programmed to learn? Through nothing but violence? You hoped for someone to help you even if you already knew that no one would. Yet, you hoped still.

If this was your first day in school, you would've fought back. You would've stood up for your pride. That a spilled coffee is not enough to humiliate you like this and that not every misfortune is because of you. But you know better; this isn't your first day, nor is it your second. You know how the system works and who it favors, and unfortunately, it doesn't favor you.

"...waste of space. If it weren't for your parents..." You didn't hear the other words he spoke as he walked away not forgetting to throw the papers he held— papers that were your best effort at reaching your dreams, thrown away with your hopes of being better than what they said.

Needless to say, you were suspended due to behavior misconduct; words that you no longer know the meaning of anymore. You're back to your cage-like rented dorm, whilst your head is everywhere but.

What a cruel joke, you thought. The first time you wanted something so badly for yourself and had dedicated your whole life to had to happen with the world's hatred for you was at its peak. Or had it ever really stopped?

You gripped the handle of your balisong, tracing the delicate and intricate designs you engraved on it as waves of atrocious thoughts crashed into your mind. How morbid, you mused. The same thing that you want to hurt yourself with right now is the same thing that made you feel grounded. You're aware that these thoughts are anything but good, but you're also aware of the fact that no one is going to help you.

Simply because no one wants to.

A medical career was not your parents' choice nor was it ever in their choice, but it was in yours.

You're not unconscious of the fact that a career in the medical field is a lot to take financially, and to be the only one in the medical field in a family of lawyers? You alone destroyed the dreams put on you by your mother who vicariously lived through you, but you wanted it.

And you thought that was enough.

But now, as you sit back on the barren floor of your sparsely furnished room that you once hoped would've at least shown evidence of the life of someone healthy in their early twenties, you had nothing other than your worn-out bed on the corner and a circular dinner table doubling as your makeshift desk, cut off from all financial stability that your parents could've provided you if you only heed to their wishes. Now, you think about whether your current situation is worth the sense of independence you fought so hard for.

Was it a foolish decision to stand your ground? To try to live your life on your own terms? Because you know for a fact that it doesn't matter if you followed every whim of your parents as they will always find something wrong and below their standards with you. With every breath, every change of clothes, every food that you intake, even your education— you were taught that everything that they have given you was a debt you owed them, and because of that they are within their rights to choose for you.

After all, parents only want the best for their children, don't they?

You are by no means the most intelligent person on the campus, nor were you trying to be. But you're committed to what you chose, and you hoped that that commitment can be seen through your effort and hard work. And yet, despite your commitment, those words, those words still echoed in your mind— you can't seem to un-hear those words.

“If it weren't for your parents.”

You wanted to choose a life separate from them, to forge a path of your own. But no matter how much it pains you to admit, you know now, clearer than ever, that it does not matter how far you run, you'd always be hidden beneath their shadows.

To only be recognized as the black sheep of your family.

Instead of indulging your self-pity and sulking alone in your room with a blade on sight much longer than you had intended to, you opt to browse the internet for some fun things to do; a piece of advice you got from the internet since seeing a psychiatrist would be a luxury for you.

And whether it was your misfortune running out finally or yet another adventure of mishaps waiting to unfold an announcement caught your attention:

"Join us for a free tour down the historical lane to commemorate the House of Kim, with events set to reenact the life our ancestors had lived!"

There were more words to the article but as you read on, your eyes fell on the tour's schedule.

"Gyeongbokgung tour is going to take place at 1:30 pm," you murmured to yourself.

It was an opportunity you couldn't miss, a rare sight to see. Despite the mental baggage weighing you down, this was a chance to experience something new and forget about your troubles, even if just for a little while. Maybe this was the way of the gods trying to make up for all the shit storm your life is at right now, but whatever it was, you'll take it.

So, without hesitation, you got up, grabbed your purse, and with the little money you have left, you headed out. You knew you had to take on more shifts at the store or find other jobs to cover for your sudden trip, as your dream of becoming a doctor was fading quickly and surely anyway. But for now, all you cared about was the prospect of exploring a historical place that had opened its doors on a day it usually wouldn't.

Arguably, no one other than yourself knows what decisions made on a whim can do to anyone. Whether this is your intuition telling you to go back to your room to help you or just to spite you away from society, you didn't dwell long on the thought.

All you needed to know is that you're drowning quickly, and you would hold unto anything, even a pair of gilded chains to let you breathe again.

"Gyeongbokgung Palace, also known as Gyeongbok Palace, was the primary royal residence and the largest of the five grand palaces that still exist today in South Korea. Built-in 1395, this..."

As you don't have a lot of money to waste, you stuck to the free guides the palace provides although not very effective when you're standing in the back of 50 people. And looking at how detached and uninterested your tour guide is whilst speaking, without a doubt, you knew that this was just an additional job to her. Not really enough to complain about since the constant chattering of the people around you easily engulf her almost robotic voice anyways.

This trip already cost you more than you expected and standing still to nonsense chatter was not part of your nonexistent plan. So, with the palace map in hand, you left the group with ease.

"Gwanghwamun: the southern gate that became the main gate after some time. It is one of Seoul's iconic sights, having been restored after being largely destroyed by the war," you read while gazing up at the magnificent building in front of you, the swaying of windchimes singing their lullabies in the background. Your eyes carefully scanned every nook and cranny, not wanting to forget this beautiful sight. Although you can't be sure if the scenery is exactly as it looked when it was originally built, the idea of having remnants of the past soothes your soul.

You've always been intrigued about the things that have already happened, or perhaps that's an understatement as your mind always seems to be occupied with thoughts about what they could have done differently and the effects of it on the modern world. Whether it really is fascinating to you or just a form of escapism, you don't want to know. All you do know is that you're a product of the modern world, but something within you suggests that itself was a mistake.

Especially when the Kim dynasty has the best-looking aristocrats you had ever seen.

No, you weren't attracted to them, you tried to defend yourself from your inner turmoil as you gaze upon the paintings displayed. You just know how to appreciate beauty when you see one, even if it's just paintings on a wall. This was once again your Philip Hamilton but with much more injustice. At least with Philip, there were actual pictures of him to bestow the world with his beauty. And although you can commend the talents of the painters of the past considering they did not have the best art supplies during their time, you still cannot grasp the idea that these people existed. Not when they are reduced to the mere splat of colors made to resemble a person.

You couldn't clearly see the features of each man in the paintings, but it's not really anyone's fault for it's just the evidence of time. Nevertheless, your admiration for them never lessened, because it's more than their artificial perfection that deserved your admiration and respect. They were also the ones who did more than any other aristocrats ever did for their people. They were the true embodiment of a regime existing not for the regime itself, perfectly aware of who gave them power. Although yes, it wasn't a democracy, but even democracy has its problems.

All you can say is they did their best to lead their people. At least for some time, as they were the foundation that made South Korea what it is now. Sure, their reign could've ended better, still, they were an integral part of history.

And history should never be forgotten.

Although it disheartens you that their achievements and sacrifices are slowly being forgotten; the wars they've won are now taken for granted, you understand that life goes on and people have their own lives to live. It's another reminder that time doesn't stop for anyone.

As the wind chimes fluttering in the breeze, abruptly ceasing your thoughts. Somehow, you felt a sense of belongingness, despite their faintness that could easily be muffled by the chirping of birds. Nonetheless, it was truly fitting for the place as it only elevated the experience the palace could only give.

You couldn't quite understand why wind chimes would be placed in Geunjeongjeon, other than to elevate the experience, but since the cold breeze was constant ever since you stepped onto the palace grounds, you're certain that the people who are in charge knew exactly what they're doing.

You continued observing the place, trying to imagine what events had happened on the concrete that was paved hundreds of years ago. Was it quiet? Were the roads bustling with people constantly? Or were there just only a handful of people seen from time to time walking along?

You were so deep into your imagination that for a few seconds, you felt as though you were transported back in time. You were seeing groups of three to four consorts walking and talking to each other, palace women walking briskly with a basket on their sides, and a few eunuchs scolding some servants who probably messed something up. And then suddenly, everything came to halt when a booming voice from behind you commanded, "Make way for the Prince!"

As you turned to face the source of the voice, you found yourself making eye contact with a man whose attire you could easily recognize from the K-dramas you'd watched, and even with the distance between you, you can't help but feel he was looking straight at you.

"Excuse me, is this yours?" A little girl's voice interrupted your daydream, her voice so cute as she lightly tugs your shirt, holding out your phone.

"Oh, thank you so much!" you exclaimed, realizing that you were in your head so much that you didn't feel your phone fall off your pocket. You would have another problem added to your bulk of problems if it weren't for the girl.

"No problem, have a good day!" she gleamed brightly and ran off. The kid was so energetic you couldn't even give her something back. 

As you opened your map once again, you accidentally dropped your phone and with it, you see a pocket watch on the ground. And it didn't take you to think twice to know to whom it belongs. Hurriedly, you followed the kid toward the path of the Hyangwonjeong pavilion.

"Where did she go?" you murmured, you were sure that you had seen her walking towards the pavilion, but as you see the bare grounds of the place, you realized you had lost track of her. The pavilion was nearly empty except for a few tourists, and you felt torn between searching for the girl to return the watch or continuing to explore the palace grounds.

As you were going to turn around and try to find the girl, you stopped in your tracks. After all, did you really spend your money to travel here just to end up focusing on returning a girl's missing watch when the palace was only open for a limited time? It would be a waste of time going here if you didn't enjoy your time, right? As you stood there contemplating your decision, the constant breeze grew stronger, making the wind chimes nearby flutter and although messy, they still somehow created the most beautiful melodies. The sound disrupted your thoughts, but somehow provided an answer to your dilemma. You decided to keep the watch and continue exploring the palace. After all, you didn't want to waste your money and time searching for someone who would likely be enjoying the sights with her guardians. You could always return the watch to her later.

As you stroll on the bridge named Chwihyanggyo, your fingers lightly tapping the railings, you thought of one thing that could make this experience a million percent better.

"Why are hanbok so fucking expensive?" you huffed, frustrated at yourself for not being able to afford one. But since you can't do anything about it, you continued walking with a pout toward the buildings that housed the aristocrats of the past. The melodies of the windchimes grow louder as you come closer. And that's when it hits you.

How do you keep hearing them considering you haven't seen one since your first step on the palace? If this was a scene in a drama, you would've thought that the windchimes were following you, serving as the background music for the main protagonist's introduction. But this was no drama nor were you a main protagonist material, and you couldn't help but feel curious about it.

As you stepped inside the pavilion, you felt like you were slowly reaching your dream of going back in time as you gaze at the antique furniture that filled the place. Your fingers trailed the rough edges of the desk, which had subtle engravings that seemed unreadable at first glance: 다 괜찮을거야.

Everything will be alright.

The phrase repeated in your head as you wondered what it meant. Was it a message from the past or just a meaningless inscription? You felt a sense of longing to uncover the mystery behind it, and you wouldn't have noticed it if you hadn't felt it, but the pavilion was closing soon, and you had to leave to look around more. 

As you were about to exit, the chimes called out to you again, tempting you to get closer and follow their sweet melody— almost as if they could sense the curiosity in your mind. You followed the sound until you stumbled upon a backroom, which looked like a storage room that had been converted into a makeshift bedroom for the caretaker. You stepped across the redline, both figuratively and literally, unable to resist the urge to explore further.

From the balcony, you caught a glimpse of the wind chimes dangling from a branch over the lake. The constant ringing didn't falter from luring you in. You scanned the area for anyone who could catch you and when you saw no one, you leaped over the balcony and headed toward the chimes. There was something about the chimes that piqued your interest, but whether it was the chimes themselves or the confusion of how you keep hearing them from afar, you weren't sure, and nor were you going to find your answer.

Because as the popular idiom goes, curiosity killed the cat, and with a slip up your feet into the lake you go.

♛♛♛♛♛♛♛

The row of daisies sat atop the windowsill, bathed in the golden light of daybreak. The silent whims of the wind filled the space, stirring the dried leaves on the small makeshift table below, made with old planks with jagged edges, where jars of medicines sat alongside a worn notebook filled with hastily scribbled notes. There was the usual sound of footsteps and the creaking of floorboards. The palace's physicians and attendants began to trickle in, their visits indicated by the soft chimes of wind chimes hanging above the door.

And the wind blew one more time. As if it's intentionally done to send a message as the image of blurred sketches comes through.

All was well.

Until the peaceful scene was shattered by the thunderous galloping of horses that had shaken the rooms. Until there was the clash of metal on metal that filled the air as swords were unsheathed. And until there were faces with features you couldn't make up.

Muffling, shuffling, screaming, shouting.

It was only chaos and bloodshed, and as it worsened, the ringing in your ears grew louder and louder, drowning out all other sounds and leaving you with nothing but a sense of overwhelming disorientation.

Then, just as suddenly, it all heeds to a stop. The ringing faded away, and nothing could be heard other than the flipping of the pages, the smooth gliding of a pen, and the wind chimes outside the window that began to tinkle once again. You looked out the window and saw a tranquil scene: rows of green grass and golden hay, and the majestic curve of a mountain in the distance. There were no whims nor whispers of the wind.

All was quiet and still.

As if everything was at its stalemate; the equilibrium.

And then, as if a stick had been broken, it happened.

The scene began to shift and blur, colors and shapes warping and twisting like a nightmare. The ground trembled beneath your feet; the tremors so strong that you could've sworn you felt it all as images flickered before your eyes. You saw a crowd of men gathered around someone lying on the cold hard floor with colors ranging from black to white, their sorrows crystal-clear even with the constant ringing. Then you saw a field of yellow flowers, a scenery of green and gray with men running toward something in the distance, their faces twisted in anguish, kneeling and begging in the middle of a field.

The images kept shifting and switching back and forth. Everything was in chaos as if fate itself was unsure of what was to come. But through it all, you struggled to hold onto each fleeting image, desperate to make sense of the chaos that surrounded you. And then, with a sudden jolt, you were pulled back into reality, coughing up water as you gasped for air. As you opened your eyes, the last remnants of the dream slipped away, and you were left with only the memory of the intense emotions it had stirred within you.

Dazed, and confused. You looked up, meeting the gaze of the man who had pulled you from the water, his eyes filled with concern and relief.

You were certain you hadn't met him before, but you could've sworn that those almond-shaped eyes were something you could never forget, etched into your memory with an inexplicable familiarity.

To be continued...

Thanks for reading!

[saninthebuilding]

"it's your golden hour"

❤️‍🩹 pairing: kim taehyung x reader

❤️‍🩹 summary: being in a relationship with an idol can be a bit busy, especially when it's one of the members of bts. however, despite all taehyung's idol activities, you're there to show him- both to his face and behind his back -just how much you love him, even when he doubts his worth.

❤️‍🩹 word count: 2.8k (edited!)

❤️‍🩹 genre: idol!taehyung au, art major!reader au, university student!reader au, fluff, slight angst, hurt/comfort

❤️‍🩹 trope: pre-established relationship

❤️‍🩹 warnings: self-doubt, crying, mentions of sleep, taehyung is unsure of reader's love for him, reader is completely in love with taehyung, they're really soft, fluffy-haired taehyung (because i consider this a warning, he's so fine-)

❤️‍🩹 a/n: changing up my theme! to be honest i like this a lot more, it's so organized and clear, but anyways. i really liked how this turned out, even though i had a completely different idea when i started this, but i've been so in love with taehyung's hair in his recent lives and i just had to write something for him because he's been bias-wrecking me really hard lately. i hope you enjoy!

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leaning back into the couch, i stretch my arms high above my head, basking in the evening sun currently streaming through the large french windows in the living room.

taehyung lay sprawled out beside me, head in my lap and feet hanging off the side of the sofa as he taps away at his phone, playing some game he'd downloaded recently.

he cheers, pumping his fist into the air as a celebratory tune rings out from his phone, and i shake my head, smiling down at him as i brush his hair out of his eyes. he looks up at me, excited, before turning back to his screen.

it was a lazy sunday for taehyung and i, the two of us having cleared up our weekend to make time for each other. although he was currently on break from his idol activities to work on his solo career, he was still busy. having secured several deals, he was bomboarded with photoshoots and modelling by major companies like celine and elle korea- just to name a few.

however, my schedule wasn't any better. as a current art major in my fourth year of university, culminating week was just around the corner as my last semester rounded to a close. it was a stressful time, but i was lucky enough to have submitted my portfolio assignment early, so i had the rest of the week free before my final evaluation.

sighing, i look down, staring at taehyung playing his game. he seemed so focused, the reflection of the colourful lights from his screen painting his determined expression in hues of reds and blues.

looking at the time, i see the clock on the opposing wall reads 6:13 pm.

i pouted, glaring at his phone that had held his undivided attention for the past hour. i had thought he would put it away after a while, but it seemed like he had been waiting all week to try the app out, so i'd taken the opportunity to just enjoy his company.

still, i did miss actually interacting with him.

we'd barely gotten free time until now, and until his final photoshoots finished and my semester ended it was unlikely we'd get to spend some proper time together like this again.

not gonna lie, i feel like i'm third-wheeling here.

"taehyung, why won't you hang out with me?" i whined, taking him by surprise as i drum my hands on his chest. he lets out a startled yelp, quickly pressing something on his phone before looking up at me.

"yah, i almost lost!" he protests, looking at me in absolute horror- "you can't scare me like that!"

"yea, well maybe you should lose" i say, cheeks puffing up as i spoke. "all you've been doing is playing that game for the past hour. it's like i freed the weekend up just to watch you-"

realizing this wasn't what i had intended to say, i backtracked, waving my hands around frantically in panic, "which i love, don't get me wrong! uh- watching you, i mean. but, i just..."

i trail off, hands coming up to cover my face in embarrassment, before i peek down through my fingers. taehyung is gazing up at me, a soft look on his face, phone forgotten on his stomach.

i sigh, taking his silence as an encouragement to keep going.

"i've just missed you so much" i mumble, turning away from him to look out the window. the sun was setting lower now, rays turning golden as they hit the glass and splintered in the air.

it was magical.

"this is the only weekend we both have off until all our work is finished, and that isn't for another week or so. and i've barely seen at all except for when i'm leaving early morning for a class and you're there to drive me, or when you come drained after a day of work and slip into bed next to me, so it's a little..."

i pause, confused as i see taehyung's mouth falls open in shock. but before i can ask him what's wrong, he quickly sits up, shifting the two of us on the couch so we're facing each other.

"shit, do i wake you up every night?" he asks as his hands glide up and down my sides in what seems to be apology, "i swear i try to be quiet-"

i laugh, realizing he thinks he disturbs my sleep, before shaking my head, "no, no, don't worry. you don't wake me up." i let my hands rest on his knees, tracing small patterns with my fingers to calm him down.

"but then how do you-" he stops talking, confused, "it's always really late when i get home. and you're always asleep when i lie down..."

"well, no, not really. i just..." i feel heat start to creep into my ears, and i look down, focusing on the soft white material of his t-shirt.

"i wait for you. i know how tired you are when you get home, you barely even wash up or change before coming to bed. so i just, you know..."

i don't see it, but taehyung's eyes go wide, as if something clicked in his head. "that's why my clothes are always changed, and why my face and hair aren't full of all the products the staff use when i wake up."

suddenly taehyung tilts his head down, and as he looks at me, i see his expression has turned gentle, loving, adoring, as though i were the most precious thing in the world. his hands have stopped on my waist, and when he speaks his voice is heavy with emotion.

"no wonder on some nights i'd feel you moving around. and others i'd wake up with memories of hands cupping my face, guiding a glass of water to my lips, brushing the hair out of my eyes. you take care of me every night after i fall asleep, don't you?"

i bite my bottom lip, feeling a little embarrassed, but i nod anyway.

it was true. each night i'd wait for taehyung to get home, and after he had knocked himself out among the sheets, i would get up and start with his clothes. sometimes he'd wake up halfway, helping me swap his dress pants for a pair of soft pajama bottoms. other times i'd gently peel off his leather jacket or button-up while he slept, leaving him more comfortable in a t-shirt.

next i'd wet a towel with warm water and wipe the beauty products off his face (even though he doesn't need any). but it was never too much since the stylists try their best to use as little as possible when shooting, so it was always the easiest thing to do.

then i'd get another wet towel and start on his hair, working out the gel and hair spray that was occasionally still there on days where taehyung didn't have the energy to wash it out before coming home.

and if i was lucky, he would sometimes wake up just as i was getting back into bed, drunk on sleep and exhaustion, and i'd use the opportunity to coax a glass of water into his hands, encouraging him to finish it.

it was nights like these i cherished most, the stolen moments i was sometimes blessed with when i helped him drink some water and he would mumble how his day had been, eyes bleary and hands reaching for my warmth. the days where he trusted me enough to let me take care of him, even in his most vulnerable state, before pulling me into his chest and falling back to sleep with me in his arms.

and as i felt his fingers under my chin, guiding my head to meet his gaze, i stared into his soft, brown eyes, taking in the way the sun hit his tan skin just right, bathing him in a golden glow so breathtaking that he looked unreal, seeing the way his eyes shined and his face was so full of love, for me, all for me, and i realize that, no, those moments were not what i cherished most.

it was him that i cherished most.

"y/n?" taehyung breathes, and as i saw his eyes begin to turn wet, i understood that he felt the same way.

even though we barely got any time together, even though we barely saw each other, even though our lives were so busy, at the end of the day these things would never change the way we felt for each other.

because i loved him, and he loved me, and regardless of all our photoshoots and assignments and mismatched schedules, that love was never going anywhere.

it would never waver, because the bond the two of us had created over the years was deeper than scenic dates and bouqets of flowers and fancy gifts.

it was trust and comfort and support and understanding- but above all else, it was unconditional love.

and that is the kind that lasts forever.

"yes?" i whisper, and my voice comes out breathless, dazed, as i am completely transfixed by the man before me.

"don't i burden you? don't you think i rely on you this much, even unknowingly? doesn't it bother you that i'm barely around, showing up late at night only to fall straight asleep and wake up early only to leave you again?"

my lips part as a gasp comes out of my mouth, his unexpectedly serious words spearing my chest- "of course not taehyung, how could you say that?"

he shakes his head, teeth nipping at the corner of his mouth. "i mean, i know i'm an idol, and that this relationship is probably already something that puts strain on your shoulders due to the possibility of fans finding you and harming you. but i'm also your boyfriend. and boyfriends are supposed to be here, supposed to be present, supposed to show you how much you mean to them."

taehyung leans closer, tentative, wary, almost scared as he reaches out to me, only to pull his hand away. he swallows hard, before looking up to meet my gaze, eyes glistening.

"don't you get tired of being with me?"

my heart drops at his words, at how ashamed and anxious he sounds. he clenches his jaw, a nervous habit of his, and i let my eyes linger on the movement, watching how the veins in his neck make a quick appearance. i see the muscles in his arms flex as he lifts his hand to my face again, seeming unsure. i admire the ethereal glow the sun casts upon his skin as he raises my head to his. the mole on his lower lip, on his nose, on his cheek. the way he pulls the skin of his bottom lip between his teeth, sinking them into the soft flesh before letting go. the way the salt water in his eyes threatens to spill over his lashline.

i lift my hands up to his cheeks just as he rests his own on mine, gently brushing my thumbs over his eyes, preventing the tears from finding their way down his face.

he opens his mouth to continue, but i'm faster, the words tumbling out of me before i can stop myself.

"i love you so much taehyung" i breathe, voice catching in my throat as i feel my own eyes starting to sting. "so, so, so much- more than you can ever know. but you have to know. you need to know. i need you to know."

taehyung lets out a shaky breath, something halfway between a hiccup and a sob, and i move closer, climbing into his lap.

"we're both busy, and that's unavoidable. you have your life and i have mine, and even though we are so closely part of each others' lives, there are some things i cannot be included in, just as there are some things you cannot be included in."

his hands have come to rest on my hips, and letting one hand rest on his cheek, i maintain eye contact as i carefully run the other under his eye. over his cheekbone. his cheek. along his jawline. down his neck. he swallows under my touch, and i feel his adam's apple bob beneath my fingers. his eyes stay on mine, and when my hand reaches his chest, i flatten my palm directly over his heart, feeling his heartbeat thumping against my skin.

"but even though i may not be everywhere with you physically, i will always be in here."

i gaze at him, feeling my own heart beginning to speed up as i feel his fingers creep under my shirt, tracing circles with his thumbs on the skin of my waist.

"it doesn't matter how much time we spend together, it doesn't matter how much time we don't spend together. i need you to know that my love for you is not going anywhere."

my voice cracks a bit, a tear escaping down my cheek, and this causes taehyung to sniffle, eyes watering again.

"it doesn't matter how late you come home, it doesn't matter how early you have to leave. i will be there" i say, pressing my hand into his chest, "both in here..." i take my hand away from his face and gently grip his wrist, before placing his hand on my cheek, "and out here."

he bites his lip, visibly struggling to keep his tears at bay as he lets out a shuddering breath. he's clutching my sides now, as though trying to ground himself, to control the sobs threatening to take over.

"i will always be there to wipe your face down when you're too tired, to make sure you eat or drink something after a long day, to tuck you into bed so you can get a good night's sleep- to do whatever it is you want me to do for you."

i let go of his hand, reaching over to cup his face again, before pressing my lips to his forehead. and it is this action that seems to be too much for him, that breaks the dam he was so desperately trying to maintain, and he lets out a sob, arms wrapping around my body as he pulls me close, burying his face into my shoulder.

"because i love you, taehyung" i choke out, my own tears spilling down my cheeks upon hearing him break in my arms, "and i will always love you. so don't you ever doubt that."

he's crying in earnest now, his hands fisting the cloth of my shirt as his body shakes from the force of his tears. he inhales shakily, before forcing himself to say something.

"y/n" taehyung sputters, and i'm instantly hugging him closer as my own tears fall, rubbing his back and planting soft kisses into his fluffy hair.

"i'm right here, taehyung. i'm not going anywhere, i promise," i whisper into his ear, gently rocking us side to side. "it's okay, you're okay. we're okay."

i let him cry for a while longer, holding him up even as his body gives out under the weight of his tears. i feel him pulling away, and as i wipe my tears away to glance at him, his hands are suddenly cupping my cheeks, looking me straight in the eyes before he presses his lips to mine.

the tears streaming down his face mix with my own on our lips, the salt water a stark contrast to the sweetness of the kiss. he goes slow, as though trying to engrain the moment into his heart, into his mind, convincing himself that i did actually, truly love him despite the burden he considered himself to be.

i tangle my fingers into his hair, and as i marvel at the softeness of his brown locks under my hands, i pull him closer, wanting him to feel all the affection and adoration and sheer love i had for him.

taehyung leans back after a bit, panting softly, his glossy eyes blown wide as he studies my face. he lifts a hand to caress my cheek, absentmindedly brushing at the wetness on my skin before pressing his forehead to mine.

"i love you" he whispers, "i love you so much, y/n, and i can't tell you how grateful and lucky i feel just to be able to call you mine."

he pulls away, grabbing my hand and slips his fingers between my own, before lifting our intertwined hands to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to the back of my hand, keeping his eyes on mine the entire time.

despite my current drowsiness due to all the tears i just cried, i let out a surprised giggle. taehyung's gaze is gentle as he watches me, wiping the tears from my face, and i lean into his touch before throwing myself into his arms. he catches me easily, arms supporting my weight as i kiss his cheek, smiling softly.

"i love you taehyung."

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❤️‍🩹 i hope you enjoyed! likes, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! thank you for reading!

[luvaryu]

love drought

pairing: tae x f.reader

genre: angst

warnings: established relationship, toxic tae, mentions of infidelity, y/n gets treated like shit and she’s okay with it, kinda? not proofread sry!

inspiration: love drought by beyoncé

word count: 475

“ten times out of nine, i know you’re lying.”

it’s a never ending cycle with taehyung. he cheats, swears up and down that it didn’t mean anything, i cry and forgive him. no matter how bad he treats me he’s the one i want to come home to.

“but nine times out of ten i know you’re trying”

“baby listen” taehyung starts with a hint of frustration in his voice.

"i’ve already told you, I'm making an effort to be better about this whole cheating thing."

i look at him, my heart heavy with doubt and hurt. “tae, i know you’re trying but can you try a little harder for me?."

he rolls his eyes, clearly irritated. "y/n, you're always so demanding. can’t you see I'm trying? you’re just so clingy and controlling. ease up, and maybe i won't be so tempted."

“all the loving i’ve been giving goes unnoticed”

"i’m simply loving you the way a girlfriend, should. where's the harm in that? how does that make me clingy?" i question him

“i’ve given you all my love, poured my heart and soul into our relationship, only to find that it goes unnoticed, leaving me questioning where I stand in your life.” i say

"that’s entirely on you, isn't it? just give me my damn space. how can you be this dense, unable to comprehend that you're suffocating me with how controlling you are and your neediness?" he sneers, venom in his tone.

"neediness? controlling? i’m simply seeking attention from my boyfriend, just like any normal girlfriend would. you label me as controlling, but I'm only asking you not to cheat – that's the bare fucking minimum in a relationship." i retort, frustration and hurt evident in my words.

“nine times out of ten, i’m in my feelings”

“just calm the fuck down y/n. she meant nothing and you know that.” taehyung utters bitterly.

“i would understand more if it was a different girl but this is the same girl. taehyung you’ve done it with her three times now. THREE.” i say back as tears fall down my cheeks.

“tell me, what did i do wrong?”

“why tae? just, just why?” he begins ascending the stairs, with me closely following, demanding answers.

“stop trying to avoid the question.”

“you want to know so bad? it’s because she actually has self-respect for herself, she carrys herself better than you ever will.” he retorts bitterly.

you knew he thought that way but you never thought he’d say it. damn that hurt.

“y/n can’t you see how you are? get it together, i treat you like shit and you take it. i can’t be with someone who doesn’t respect herself.”

“i can’t leave you, i love you too much tae, and you know that.” i can barely get words out. it feels like the room is closing around me. i start panicking and looking around the room.

“am i not thirsty enough?”

“i’ll do anything tae, just tell me. what do i have to do for you to love me, for you to stop?” i plead, my emotions pouring out.

taehyung reclines on the bed, nonchalantly scrolling through instagram ,seemingly unfazed by my heartfelt words.

“please tae, i want to be better. please i just need you to-“ i begin, but he interrupts me.

“listen baby, i just need you to let me do me” he sighs and makes eye contact with me.

“i love you y/n. i don’t ever mean to hurt you.”

i offer a hopeful smile, then crawl into bed to cuddle with him. this is a recurring pattern but i wouldn’t trade it for anything else because we’re made for each other.

“you and me could stop this love drought”

made by luvaryu™

[dearestvante]

stars around my scars; kth.

pairing: taehyung x fem!reader genre: college au, goodgirl x badboy (sort of), angst, fluff warnings: lowercase writing, swearing, drinking, infidelity (not between you and tae), taehyung calls you 'angel', can be confusing at times (i'm a beginner and not a native english speaker) + more added on the way

summary: people are not always what they seem. you learned that the hard way, when you caught your boyfriend cheating, the night that was supposed to be one of the best ones you ever experienced. but on the same night you also learned that in everything bad, there’s always a little bit of good.

parts: first ; second ; third ; fourth ; fifth ; sixth ; epilogue.

[folkookie97]

❝ illicit affairs ❞ — kth

— SUMMARY: ❝ You are the model for Taehyung's paintings. You are the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. You are the love of his life. You are a prostitute and a concubine. You are an illicit affair. You are a secret. ❞

— PAIRING: viscount!taehyung x concubine!reader

— TYPE: angst | historical!au, 1800s!au, secret relationship

— WORD COUNT: 629

— WARNINGS: infidelity, nude modeling, mention of nakedness, open ending, mention of prostitution, Taehyung is also a painter, based on Illicit Affairs (Taylor Swift)

— NOTES: i loved writing this story based on one of my favorite Taylor songs.

— RELEASE DATE: July 22, 2023

— CROSSPOSTING: ao3

Art has always been present in Taehyung's life. Even though he belonged to a noble family, his admiration for the artistic world was evident to everyone's eyes. There was no way to know Kim Taehyung and not share those thoughts as well.

Taehyung breathed art.

And not even the responsibilities as a viscount could stop his appreciation for it.

"Tae, can we do this later? I'm still so sleepy." The woman in front of him asked with her eyes still drowsy and shining due to the morning sunlight reflecting through the windows.

Taehyung gave her a slight smile as he observed her. Half of (Y/N)'s body was covered by the thin layer of silk sheets, leaving her upper body exposed to the breeze that entered the room.

Her hair was messy, a typical look that Taehyung loved to observe during the beginning of the day especially when her hair strands brushed against the woman's sensitive nipples.

She was so beautiful. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen in all his years of life.

He loved painting her in his countless frames.

"Take your time, my love. Don't you want this frame to be perfect?" It was Taehyung's turn to ask a question. A slight charming smile adorned his thin lips as he dipped the brush into the palette for a moment.

"Just for you to keep it hidden in your drawer and away from your wife?"

A sarcastic and angry tone from (Y/N)'s voice hit Taehyung like a punch in his stomach and causing him to sigh as he noticed the lady's teary eyes.

Realizing that she wouldn't say anything else and would continue holding the sheet tightly, Taehyung took care to move the wooden easel and the frame with the unfinished painting away.

The viscount walked over to (Y/N) with gentle steps, placing his knees on the mattress before touching her face. His hands on the sides of her chin making the exchange of gazes almost required.

"You know I only love you my love."

(Y/N) let out a bitter laugh before pulling her hands away from the nobleman.

"Then why are you still married to her? You'd be with me if you truly loved me."

Taehyung wished he could lie. To promise that he would try to fight against his father's rules and leave the woman he was forced to marry.

However those would be empty promises he couldn't keep.

(Y/N) knew it. She knew that a viscount could never acknowledge a marriage to a prostitute in society's eyes.

She would always be the concubine of the man she loved. Always the other woman. Always a secret.

"I can't disappoint my father."

"So you'd rather disappoint me." It wasn't a question. It was a statement. Both of them knew it.

"I'm so sorry."

Holding back tears the woman embraced her own naked body and laid back down. Her head ached with the screams trapped in her heart.

Why were things like this? Why did illicit affairs hurt so much?

"Baby..."

"Don't call me 'baby,' please," She pleaded, giving up on holding back her tears. "Just stay with me and hold me for a few more minutes."

Knowing that there were no better ways to soothe the heartbroken of the woman he loved, Taehyung nodded and settled beside (Y/N), intertwining his long arms and leaving caresses on her skin.

The viscount placed a gentle kiss on (Y/N)'s shoulder before uttering the words that felt like punches to her feelings.

"I really love you so much. I hope you know it my baby."

She sniffled as she felt more tears streaming down her flushed cheeks.

"I know."

And that's what hurt her the most. She really knew it.

[eggos030]

Tipsin' | KTH

Suggested Play . . . Doin' Time by Lana Del Rey

Summary ➧ WHO would of thought that your now ex Fiance got up and left you in the middle of Paris? with no shelter or no regret and the self loathing mother of his. It was meant to be a trip for the both of you to finally bath in each others love.

but what do you know? nothing but a man wondering the streets of Paris wanting to get away from his famous life style knows what.

❝ Pairing ❞ IDOL!Kim Taehyung x Fem!Reader

⌫ Genre ⌦ ONESHOT, Fluff, Angst, plus maybe something suggestive?? Strangers to lovers

↲ Warning's ↳ TAEHYUNG IN PARIS CAUSE I SAID SO, Swearing, cheating cause your husband is a dick, the reader just throws her life out the window after it tho, taehyung is so sweetest,

➜ A/N ꒱ I AM SO SORRY FOR HOW LONG THIS TOOK. I never intended for this to take so long and some of you have been waiting for this and there for I sincerely apologize but yippy! its out now after who knows how long. If I ever tried to write again please probably expect the same behavior where I will take 6 months to upload a short one-shot, but it out and I will hopefully learn my lesson and try to be more time-crunch-worthy. I hope you all enjoyed this and have a great day/afternoon/night!

Please tell me if your wish to repost it but do not claim as your own!

You regret the whole thing.

Why did you put some much effort in if it was only to end out like this?

Why did you trust them? Why did you trust him if his mother came to spoil the trip with the excuse of ‘it will just be some good old family time’ when your fiance agreed to make this a trip for just the two of you?

They left you simply because you weren’t just the right for his wrench of his mother.

You were waiting at Cathedrale Notre-Dama de Paris and the way they decided to cut ties was simply to just wave off a text.

Oh dear, I’m so very sorry. I know it wasn’t for the best to end it this way but I simply can’t hold it in, I don’t love you.

I never have.

Why would I continue if I grew out of it?

The hotel reservation is cancelled and your belongings are waiting for you outside.

what a lame gimmick.

How were you meant to process this? you were surrounded by a crowd if you started crying it would cause a scene.

What did you even do to deserve this?

Now, what did you do to deserve this??

while having a quiet breakdown and struggling to find your way back to the 30-minute walk hotel, only searching for what you have in your purse in case someone thought it was free luggage, you lost the track of time.

The sun was painfully setting quick as the street lights turned on causing panic to settle in. You have nowhere to stay because hell knows if the same expensive hotel would let you stay for a night under $30 within your card. You settle on the rock wall on a bridge watching the sun merge into the ground, you weigh your options to find a bar and drink away your sorrows in hopes of finding a kind that would let stay within their abode for a day or two.

And a kind soul you did find.

Within your sappy sorrows and bubbling panic festering inside you, you never took aware of your surroundings as a telling figure approaches you.

" ma’am? Are you okay? " a deep yet so soft and gentle voice woke you up from your daydreaming. Your head slowly turns to the left to find a gorgeous man.

He wore a simple white button-up and some simple brown dress suit pants. simple yet outstandingly attractive, he was truly something to gaze upon which you got distracted by immediately.

He gets more worried when you haven't responded so he asked again.

" oh " was all you could muster " Oh! Me! "

He agreed with a distressed nod but a small smile crackled on his face, god he's, even more, prettier with a smile.

" I'm sorry, it's just I noticed you were crying? "

You were crying?

You quickly wipe your check to feel the tears, realizing you had cried you were quick to reassure him.

" oh, I'm okay I swear it's just been a really tough day " you stuttered through your sentence for a moment but begin to realize your situation again, He saw the swift change of emotions within your expression.

" oh no, I'm so sorry " why is he so nice?

" It's okay! you don't need to apologize, it was probably better than what others might do" ew, that was the fattest lie you've ever said, and hate it.

He grew curious about the case. " I know this might sound very weird since well we only meet within like 5 minutes but do you maybe wanna tell me about it? "

His voice was soft and gentle again while his eyes lock onto yours, he looked at you with such care as you would shatter within a touch, unlike your now ex-fiance.

" over a drink? " you suggested with a weary tone like you were stepping on eggshells.

He softly grins.

" I don't see why not "

Literally, 6 hours ago your fiance broke up with you and left you in Paris all by yourself with no remorse, you wandered around Paris, and then found the most handsome yet caring man that could ever exist.

either god knew you needed a reset on your man choices or he just chose you to be the lucky one today cause here you are in an old people's bar with a man you never thought you could ever come across.

it didn't take you very long to chug down a couple of drinks to block out your bugging problems but there was a habit on this behalf of drinking.

you get very chatty.

You two got chatting away and learned his name was Kim Taehyung, you thought Kim was a very suitable last name next to your's but you weren't sure if he could handle you any longer, but he didn't seem to mind when he told you his side of his problems. It turns out that Taehyung is a big Korean pop star with tons of fans running after him and his friends, there are only small times when he can take a break from it for a while which in this case is the trip he's currently on.

" Pairs was and always is calming to me. I come here often because the place holds a lot of meaning to many people whether it would be for love or the aesthetic of the city maybe even the history but for me personally? I only come here for the art, it's pretty and wonderful to look at like you could make art here yourself which I do by taking pictures from time to time. "

He spoke with clear passion in his eyes like a dog just got a treat or you gave an iPad to a 9-year-old for the first time, it was something you adored to watch while spending such a small time with him.

You managed somehow to complement some input to his passion.

" wow," he looked at you confused by the sudden input.

" I mean like it would make sense knowing that you like have such a busy lifestyle with this whole idol career. " you back yourself up but he hums realizing what you meant.

" ah, well it's not that bad really " he tries to reassure you but you give him a blank stare causing him to giggle" really it's not! sure some threats and weird people but aside from that we have very loving fans who are very supportive who loves us to bits and so we repay them back with the same love " you smile softly at his kindness for random kids start to show again.

" I think that is very kind of you " He looks at you searching threw your eyes for a lie only to find true honesty with a smile " I mean you've never really met all of them and yet you try so hard to give back the love they give you in your dark times just like what you do for them right? "

He nods with a grin " yeah " he pauses before saying it again.

you gaze upon the old people around you as the jazz band starts to play a cover of fly me to the moon by Frank Sinatra, you smile as some of them get up to dance.

" you know, I really like Frank Sinatra "

you look at him realizing the distance between the two of you, you lean on your left arm as Taehyung leans closer to you on his right arm, he looks back at you waiting " yeah? " you question speaking softly like the whole world could listen to you.

" yeah. " His smile slowly forms into a grin " He makes me want to dance "

" Really? " you giggle as you also start to grin, damn that cocktail is getting to you quickly.

" yeah, I'm serious " He starts to giggle and grin but it slowly dies down, he mutters something while breaking eye contact to get up and move to the dance floor making you confused.

" what are you doing? " you quickly question not having a clue what he's doing until he starts to move his feet to the beat and his arms swing to the bass.

"I'm dancing " He states waving his arms out proudly.

" you dance like a dork " you laugh as he covers his heart pouting like a sad puppy.

you watch him dance his heart away before getting up to join him. He quickly turns around at the feel of arms wrapping around his to find you swinging and swaying to the beat as well, He smiles as he brings you closer wrapping an arm around your waist and slipping his hand into yours.

" Is this alright? " He leans down to your ear and softly asks, his low rasp sends shivers down your spine as you nod softly before placing your head onto his shoulder.

" Is this okay? " you ask with a whisper " fine with me, sweetheart" he responds with a small comforting smile as you close your eyes and bathe in his warmth welcoming the flush forming on your cheeks as your heart beats faster.

You both slowly rock to the beat letting the world slip from your grasp and hold each other like it could end any moment, you're enveloped by his rich expensive cologne by who knows what fancy brand but you would never want to let it go, his soft yet calluses decorated his fingertips but his big hands held your waist perfectly when from time to time he would gently move his hand tracing your spine and moving back down past your waist just to your tail bone before moving to its original spot.

This man cradles you so gently that could make you melt in seconds but it makes you think that your ex-fiance never held you like, questions start pouring through as you doubt if there were signs earlier in your relationship that you missed.

Taehyung glances down at you finding you dazed and spaced out " is something on your mind? " You look back up at him and find him with a worried expression.

" oh it's fine " you spoke softly smiling as the wave of emotions collided with each other, the alcohol swaying deep inside but it was evident to everyone you thought especially to him.

He paused for a moment searching through your eyes before speaking " I know we haven't spent much time together but it wouldn't hurt to tell a stranger what's on your mind? "

He wasn't wrong, I always thought that it might be therapeutic to just realize everything to someone who wouldn't remember about it an hour later.

"Well, my reason for being here originally was to spend some time with my fiance and his mother because he proposed not long ago " Taehyung's warm and happy expression dropped from the words.

" oh, but if you were here with them then where are they? they must be worried about you " He started to draw away from me but I quickly grabbed onto his shoulders pulling him back in and provoking him to look perplexed.

" He left me. "

Taehyung stands in shock. Why would someone leave someone so captivating, gracious, thoughtful, and witty as you? un-answered questions racing through he gazed down at you.

"Why? " was all that came out of him. He stood stunned by the words that left you as confusion formed a frown on his face " why would anyone even . . . " he was truly baffled.

"It's okay though, with trial comes error right? " you smile back at him, his gaze slowly falls to pity as you let the words fall out " I'll just call a family member, or " you slowly start to stutter, struggling to find the next pair of words until you feel a soft grasp of his hands holding yours leading you off the dance floor.

As the two of you sit down he holds you close whispering sweet gentle comforts in your ear as you calm down by the warmth he radiates and the gentle caresses of his thumb while he has your hand.

"Look, this might not be the best-suited place for you to tell me how terrible your so-called husband is but I have a beautiful view of the Eiffel tower from my hotel suite if you want to complain about your problems there. "

You slowly look up to meet his caring gaze and with a nod, you were whisked away from your savior of the night.

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